Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

A potential shareholder.

(JARED'S POV)

My phone rang, breaking the silence in my office. I glanced at the screen to see my investigator's name flashing. "Talk to me," I answered. "Do you have an update?"

"Yes, I do," he replied and hesitated.

"Go on," I urged.

"Unfortunately, I was unable to trail her to her house. She noticed I was following her and she made me lose her."

My jaw clenched and my grip on the phone tightened. "Is all you do is give excuses?" I snapped.

"Calm down, Sir. Please, hear me out," he pleaded.

I exhaled, forcing myself to remain silent and let him continue.

"I was unable to follow her to her house as planned yesterday, but I managed to get the address of her restaurant."

"Her restaurant?" I repeated, my interest piqued.

"Yes, she's building her restaurant, and it's opening next week."

I sat up straight on the chair now. "Send me the address."

After the call ended, I reclined back on my chair, lost in thought. Arielle was not just back; she was setting up her own restaurant? Wow, this woman was just so full of surprises.

message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It

over the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that I have managed to get the

with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the

thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in my

fear gnawed at me

she even want to see

had the courage to recall that day, that cold finality in her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave

slam the

a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I couldn't do it, couldn't face

as I was hesitating, something caught my

Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for

What if I invested?

bring me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing

going to apply, but under a different name, keeping my

picked up my phone and dialed the number listed for

I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my

can set up a

Gray," I said

receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule a

as I returned to work

day. I paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a well tailored suit, adjusted my tie, and ensured my hair was

restaurant, and I was in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant

spacious, and the surrounding was

with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork