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.

in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the address of Arielle's

address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that I have

the desk, with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to

me, stirred

familiar fear gnawed at

she even want

the courage to recall that day, that cold finality in her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave without a second thought. My heart clenched at the thought. I could already imagine her reaction if

probably slam the door

if I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in

was hesitating,

scrolled down, noticing the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root in

What if I invested?

absurd at first. An investment wouldn't 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

different name, keeping my

dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before

said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind.

course," the voice on the other end responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss

I

"We'll be in touch to

smile crossed my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting for the D-day to

long anticipated day. I paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to

sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold

spacious, and the surrounding

interior design. It was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right in