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.

I gave a sharp nod to Claire. She immediately moved toward him, her expression so threatening

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

at me, and then turned to

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

keeping my voice low and calm, though my mind

at me, her eyes already full of apology. "I'm working, Arielle," she said quietly. "I need the money. I didn't tell you because I know you wouldn't support me. But

breath, my temper cooling slightly. At least she knew she wasn't doing the right thing. Still, this club wasn't a

happens to you?" I said, trying to keep my voice

tell you. But I'm an adult Ari! I can handle myself. And if things get bad,

concern skyrocketed as I glanced around the crowded club, the flashing lights and loud music only making me more anxious. What kind of people could Ashley be exposed to in a place

I came

You're a young,

brought one guard. Think about that! Someone like him needs security just to visit. What money is worth risking your life for, Ashley? We

haven't

working here? Does McFadden establishment allow part-time jobs like this?" I

backward, her eyes darting around nervously, like her

"So, you're risking your job for

defeat. "Fine, you beat me girl," she said. "Let's

nodded, relieved. "Good choice," I said, as I turned to lead her out

we turned to leave, three men suddenly appeared in front of us, blocking our

said, my voice sharp, my

with a suffocating presence. The rancid smell

my

the men grinned, his smile crooked and unsettling. "Well, well, well. What do we have

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