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.

sharp nod to Claire. She immediately moved toward him, her expression so threatening it made Oliver take an instinctive step back. He immediately backed away, raising his hands in surrender. "Easy

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 seeing

to

nodded in return, then turned to face Ashley. She

asked, keeping my voice low and

Arielle," she said quietly. "I need the money. I didn't tell you

wasn't doing the right thing. Still, this club wasn't a safe

need the money, but what if something happens to you?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What if you run into the wrong people-people who could

an adult Ari! I can handle myself. And if things get bad, I can

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

came because

a young,

this-you're too obvious," I said, my voice rising with urgency. "Dwayne was here for a business meeting and only brought one guard.

I haven't

your boss know you're working here? Does McFadden establishment

took a step backward, her eyes darting around nervously, like her boss could appear in the club any minute from

brow. "So, you're risking your

slumping in defeat. "Fine, you beat me girl," she

I said, as I turned to lead her out

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

I said, my voice sharp, my

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

made my

could feel the fear clawing at my 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

don't be scared, pretty," another man said, his voice thick with mock sympathy. "We just wanna