Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Business tactics, or more.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Thank you, still," Mrs. Harrison said, her eyes persistent.

I nodded, smiling warmly. "You're welcome," I said, realizing the older woman had no intention of backing off unless she heard those words.

She smiled, seeming to relax now.

"And Mrs Harrison," I called, my voice taking a serious tone.

"Yes?" she responded, looking up at me expectantly, her husband beside her. Thankfully, his complexion had returned to normal, and he seemed back to his usual self. "You know, as we get older, our eating habits change. Some foods become harder to chew, so we need to replace them with softer options," I began carefully.

Mr. Harrison sighed, looking a little uncomfortable. "We're always so cautious about what we eat," he said, as if weighing his words. "Sorry if we caused any trouble."

I shook my head with a reassuring smile. "Not at all, sir. Actually, we have some options on the menu that I personally designed for guests like you things like tender meats, pureed soups, soft rice, and even desserts that are easy on the palate."

Mrs. Harrison's eyes lit up. "That sounds wonderful! See, I told you she's the best! I've never heard of a chef making special meals for older folks. You're a genius, my dear. I'm so glad we invested in you."

Her praise warmed me, and I couldn't help but smile. Over time, the Harrisons had gone from just customers to friends-and now even investors in the restaurant. They were practically family, and I was grateful our paths had crossed. "That means a lot," I said sincerely.

Mrs. Harrison sighed deeply before speaking again, exchanging a glance with her husband.

"You know, Arielle," she began, her voice softening, "I can't thank you enough for saving this old guy's life. But, honestly, there's something else that's been bothering us, which is why my husband got so worked up earlier. It's about our granddaughter, Margaux. She's a wonderful girl, but..." Then a note of sadness creeped in when she continued. "She's so stubborn when it comes to her marriage. We've tried setting her up with several good, eligible bachelors, but she's turned them all down."

Her voice trailed off, and I was a bit taken aback. I didn't expect to hear her sharing family troubles.

Mr. Harrison also spoke, with frustration. "We're worried sick about her future. She needs someone with a good name, someone financially stable, someone who can take care of her. Especially now, with our wealth slowly declining..."

"But she just won't listen!" Mrs. Harrison groaned, rubbing her temples. "She's so stubborn. We want her to marry someone wealthy and influential, someone kind too. That way, we know she'll be taken care of, and we won't have to worry about her when we're gone."

son, lived an extravagant life, leaving Margaux with nothing. We don't want her to suffer for

us during the commotion and clearly very interested, listened carefully

someone set up for her this time, but just now

quietly listening beside Rebecca. Upon hearing that he frowned and spoke up. "Sir, may I offer my thoughts? I think you might want to reconsider your approach. She's an adult. Is setting

People like us don't get to choose freely when it comes to marriage. It's a business deal, a way to secure the future for the family. Most importantly, we need to prevent her from making

to speak of. She didn't know anything about managing finances and only helped him squander what little he had. Now he's struggling to get by, and we're terrified that Margaux will end up in

me directly to

supportive of us,

a few relatives, and even then, it sparked plenty of gossip. Eventually, he

know people still see me as unworthy

the way

exactly something

a bitter smile. "Yeah, I guess

lifeline in this state. He's the best match

I wasn't really listening

controlling half the economic lifeline?" My mind raced, my thoughts jumping ahead.

that man

cruel sense of

to push the thought aside, focusing on the

worries, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison. I really hope tonight's meeting goes well for all of you," I said, though I wasn't sure if I meant it.

it's fine. Thank

"Arielle, their dinner date

"That's a beautiful venue."

"We really hope you can keep an eye on

elet

getting old, and all we want is

granddaughter's future is secure.

trust you. Can you do us

favor?"