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."

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

and clearly very interested, listened carefully before speaking up. "So, what are

set up for her this

offer my thoughts? I think you might want to

firm expression on his face. "You don't understand. 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

no money or family to speak of. She didn't know anything about managing finances and only helped him squander what little he had.

slapped me directly to

supportive of us, but honestly, no one else really was. His family had doubts,

didn't even have a wedding. Jared kept it low-key, only telling a few relatives, and even

now, with my own restaurant, I know people still see

way

something

forced a bitter smile. "Yeah, I guess

the economic lifeline in this state. He's the best match she'll

wasn't

Margaux up with tonight. "The man controlling half the economic lifeline?" My mind raced, my thoughts jumping ahead. There was only one man I knew who controlled that

man was Jared

cruel sense of

push the thought aside, focusing

your 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. My head

Thank you for

Harrison shot her, she leaned closer and added, "Arielle, their dinner date is at the Grand Imperial Hotel. We've booked a table overlooking the sea. Very romantic," she

"That's a beautiful venue."

placing a hand on mine. "We

elet

old, and all we want is

granddaughter's future is secure.

Can

favor?"