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.

few minutes later, still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was

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

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

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

familiar fear

she even want

conversations suddenly swirled in my mind. It's been three years and I never 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 without a second thought. My heart clenched

slam the

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

was hesitating, something caught my eye-an

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

What if I invested?

bring me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But

a different name, keeping my

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

I'm calling regarding the notice for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm interested in learning

end responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss further.

Gray," I

Mr. Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch to

returned to work afterward,

finally the long anticipated 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

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

was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork