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• MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE   Chapter 472

  (ARIELLE'S POV) They say graduation is a milestone. Personally, I think they just want an excuse to make six-year-olds wear polyester caps and parents panic over gift baskets. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself while burning my fingers on the tiny iron-on badge that said “Class of the Yea

• MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE   Chapter 471

  The words barely left my lips before the tears did—slipping down my cheeks faster than I could stop them. Jared stood quickly, his hand reaching for my face. “Why are you crying?” I laughed—choked and shaky. “It’s nothing. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” My fingers trembled as I tried to wave it off

• MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE   Chapter 470

  (ARIELLE’S POV) The celebration downstairs had barely ended when the crowd began to surge. Voices surrounded me—some calling my name with admiration, others offering business cards, invitations, flattery. Reporters waved microphones; investors hinted at million-dollar offers. Somewhere, someone

• MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE   Chapter 469

  He approached her side quietly. "You look comfortable being the brightest star in the room, Miss Meyers," he murmured. She rolled her eyes, amused. "Don’t start. I already got three reporters asking if I’m the future Mrs. Smith. What’s funny is—I could’ve just said yes. I mean, technically, I am M

• MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE   Chapter 468

  (AUTHOR'S POV) Another year had passed. Jared wasn’t the only one who forgot everything quickly. The whole world did the same thing. Just over a year ago, Jared Smith was still the unshakable CEO of the Smith Group—a name that once carried weight in every financial headline and luxury gala invita

• MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE   Chapter 467

  (JARED'S POV) In the days that followed, I no longer recognized anyone or anything. There was just a feeling of emptiness and numbness that hung deeply inside of me. But there was a particular pretty woman who always visited. I wake up to find her in my room most mornings, and most nights she sits