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.

It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it.

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

the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new restaurant, a symbol

building something without me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride

the familiar fear gnawed at

want to see

as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave without a

slam the door

Oh she must have. What 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 resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I couldn't do it, couldn't

hesitating,

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

What if I invested?

I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing

a different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd never have

dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone

restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan

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

Gray," I

the receptionist continued. "We'll be in

my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting

paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my

sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and M." I guess the initials stood for aname or an

and the surrounding was impeccably

struck by the 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