MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE

(JARED'S POV)

When Arielle had left with the man on shades, I hadn't really paid attention to him, but now, as they made for the exit door, I couldn't help but stare. One would think I was staring at Arielle, but In reality, I was focused on the burly man. Now this wasn't about me feeling jealous about another man being in such proximity with her, but because something about that man nagged at my guts, sparking a feeling of suspicion.

His imposing figure, the dark shades, the rugged aura around him-it all seemed too familiar, like a pattern.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I watched them reach the door, my thoughts now tangled with not only how to deal with Sofia but also with a growing unease about the man walking beside Arielle.

At the door, Arielle turned and our eyes met briefly. I felt a spark of electricity flow through me, and for a moment, everything else faded as I stared into those warm brown eyes. And then she was gone, walking out through the door. I turned back to Sofia, but before I could say a word, she grabbed her bag, cussing at me before storming off.

I sighed tiredly, ruffling my hair as I watched Sofia storm out of the restaurant. I'll have to deal with her dramas later, but for now, I have to return to work.

I walked out of the restaurant and to my car. As I drove to the office, my thoughts drifted to Arielle. Her confidence and charisma impressed me.

I like this new version of her, I thought, a smile finding its way to my lips. She'd handled Sofia with ease, refusing to cower or be bullied. Even though I still missed the old unproblematic Arielle, this new version of her was captivating. But my thoughts soon shifted to the man, her assistant presumably, and uneasiness crept into my skin again.

"Who is he?' I asked out loud. Where had she gotten such a person, and why a male for an assistant?

For some reason, I couldn't fathom, I didn't like the man and the energy he had.

But I'm probably being paranoid, I reasoned, pushing the thoughts aside and focusing on the road.

I soon arrived at the office and settled in, getting lost in some paperwork. Just as I was making progress, my phone rang.

"There's a problem, Sir," my investigator said over the phone.

I sat up immediately. "What problem?"

"Someone's helping her, making it hard for us to gather the needed information," he announced.

My grip on the phone tightened, as my ears flared. "Explain," I ordered.

"It seems we're not the only ones interested in her," he explained. "Whoever it is, they're good. We can't get close to her without being detected."

I couldn't believe my ears. This simple job was getting complicated making me even more curious to get to the root of everything.

"Find out who," I instructed.

"Yes, sir," he replied.

I hung up, my mind now swirling with different thoughts. Who could be interested in Arielle and helping her evade access to information about her? And why?

My thoughts returned to her assistant again. Was he involved? The uneasy feeling returned; this time, it refused to go away, prompting me to take action immediately.

I grabbed my phone and dialed a number to get to the root of my suspicion and find out who that man was. This was an underground power of my family that I don't usually resort to unless I had

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exhausted all the options I knew,

and this was the case currently.

The phone rang a few times before it was answered, and a deep baritone voice boomed on the other end. "Hello?"

I got my eyes and inhaled deeply. "Hey, Vincenzo, I need your help..."