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

Call for help

(ARIELLE'S POV)

When I arrived at the club nearly 40 minutes later, Dwayne's subordinate, Claire, was already waiting for me at the entrance. As usual, she was imposing and had a stern expression on her face.

"This way, please," she said politely, but firmly. Safely guiding me through the crowded club, and expertly navigating through the body of partying people.

I silently thanked Dwayne. He always had my back, even in situations like this.

We walked past the bar, where a bartender was mixing all manner of drinks, ranging from the ones with weird colors to the ones that caught fire, and people flanked him on all sides, downing glasses upon glasses.

As we continued walking, I couldn't help the feeling of unease that was increasingly crawling under my skin. The club was dimly lit, but bright enough to make out anyone. It was the kind of a place where anything could happen, and I couldn't help but grow even more worried for Ashley.

Then, unexpectedly, I bumped into someone I never thought I'd see here.

"Madam?"

"Oliver?"

It was Jared's PA. I froze, cursing the moment I locked eyes with him. If he was here, then it could only mean one thing: Jared was here too.

From the way his brows furrowed, it was evident he was as surprised to see me, as I was.

Oliver's brows furrowed in disbelief, his surprise matching mine. "Miss Arielle," he said, taking a step closer, as if trying to confirm it was really me. "I didn't know you were a fan of this kind of establishment."

I ignored his comment, not wanting to indulge him. But he pressed on.

"Are you here to catch Mr Jared's supposed affair?" He asked.

surge of frustration and confusion bubbled up inside me, but I bit my tongue. Instead of responding, I gave a sharp nod to Claire. She immediately moved toward him, her expression so

at Claire again, and we continued on our way. We finally arrived at the box where Ashley was working, and I felt a great sense of relief at

at me, and then turned to

return, then turned to face Ashley. She looked utterly shocked to

I asked, keeping my voice low and calm, though my mind was

working, Arielle," she said quietly. "I need the money. I didn't tell you because I know you wouldn't support me. But

she wasn't doing the

Ashley. I know you need the money, but what if something happens to you?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What if you

sorry I didn't tell you. But I'm an adult Ari! I can handle myself. And if things get

club, the flashing lights and loud music only making me more anxious. What kind of people could Ashley be exposed to in

came because Dwayne

You're a young,

only brought one guard. Think about that! Someone like him needs security just to visit. What money is worth

I haven't

McFadden establishment allow part-time

she took a step backward, her eyes darting around nervously, like her boss could

raised a brow. "So, you're risking

"Fine, you beat me girl," she

choice," I said, as I turned to lead

leave, three men suddenly appeared in front of

I said, my voice sharp, my

surrounding us with a suffocating presence. The rancid smell of alcohol hit me hard, and my pulse spiked. Drunk. They were drunk, and their leering,

made my stomach

of the men grinned, his smile crooked and unsettling. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He slurred, stumbling closer to me.

said, his voice thick with mock sympathy. "We just wanna