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.

nod to Claire. She immediately moved toward him, her expression so threatening it made Oliver take an instinctive step

arrived at the box where Ashley was working, and I felt a great sense

then turned to leave. "I'll go find

turned to face Ashley. She looked utterly shocked to see

doing here?" I asked, keeping my voice low and calm, though my mind

of apology. "I'm working, Arielle," she said quietly. "I need the

deep breath, my temper cooling slightly. At least she knew she wasn't doing the

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

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But I'm an adult Ari! I

loud music only making me more anxious. What kind of people could Ashley be exposed to in a

came because Dwayne

You're a

only brought one guard. Think about that!

I haven't closed

know you're working here? Does McFadden establishment

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

"So, you're risking your job for

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

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

suddenly appeared in front

said, my

aside. Instead, they closed in, 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

throat as one of the men grinned, his smile crooked 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