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.

of responding, I gave a sharp nod to Claire. She immediately moved toward him, her expression so threatening it made Oliver take an instinctive step back.

way. We finally arrived at the box where Ashley was working, and I

to leave. "I'll go find

to face Ashley. She

keeping my

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 why

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

to you?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What if you run into the wrong people-people who could

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But I'm an adult Ari! I can handle myself. And if things get bad, I can always use the

skyrocketed as I glanced around the crowded club, the flashing lights and loud music only making me more

I came because

a young,

said, my voice rising with urgency. "Dwayne was here for a business meeting and only brought one guard. Think about

haven't closed

Does McFadden establishment allow part-time jobs

eyes darting around nervously, like her boss could appear

brow. "So, you're risking your job for

"Fine, you

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

leave, three men suddenly appeared

us," I said, my voice sharp, my frown

rancid smell of alcohol hit me hard, and my pulse spiked. Drunk. They were drunk,

made my

and unsettling. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He slurred, stumbling closer to me. Instinctively, I took a step back, crashing into Ashley, who looked as

scared, pretty," another man said, his voice thick with mock sympathy. "We just wanna play..." His grin widened, his hand