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.

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

developed a cold feeling. Now that I have managed to

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

me,

the familiar fear gnawed

even want

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

probably slam the door

and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to

was hesitating, something caught

noticing the 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 what if... what if I could help

apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd

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

investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan

can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can

I said

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

returned to work afterward, waiting for the D-day to

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 a well tailored suit, adjusted my

exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign

lot was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably

stepped inside, 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