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 from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It

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

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

thriving, building something without me, stirred

familiar fear gnawed

she even want to see

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

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

I was hesitating, something

bold letters. Below it, a

What if I invested?

give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I

a different name, keeping my identity

thought, I picked up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice

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

other end responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can I get your

Gray," I

receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule a

returned to work

to make a good impression and it had to start

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

was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't