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.

thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I

went over the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that

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

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

the familiar fear gnawed

even want to see

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

probably slam the door

she hated me now? 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

as I was hesitating, something caught

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

What if I invested?

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

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

number listed for potential investors. The

said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm interested in learning more

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

Gray," I said

receptionist continued. "We'll be

smile crossed my face as I returned to work afterward,

to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it

the restaurant, and I was in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and

and the surrounding was impeccably manicured

I was 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 attention. Right in the center of the restaurant, above the main