"Check for yourself if you don't believe me." Stella hesitated, not daring to elaborate on Ethan's identity.

Jenna mechanically poked at her rice with chopsticks while eating in silence.

If Ethan was really the CEO of HM Group, why would he lie to her?

Grandma Blanche treated her like a granddaughter. Surely she wouldn't help Ethan keep secrets?

Unless... he hid his identity because he feared she'd marry him for money?

Jenna suddenly slammed her chopsticks down with a bitter laugh.

She pulled out her phone and searched "Ethan Roscente." The first result was his Wikipedia page.

The page clearly displayed his title as "CEO of HM Group," complete with his professional headshot in a tailored suit.

"Convinced now?" Stella watched Jenna's expression darken.

"Why would he lie to me?" Jenna's voice trembled.

Sylvia chimed in, "A man of his status would be humiliated marrying a nightclub worker. Divorce means splitting assets—anyone would lie in his position."

"I don't want his damn money!" Jenna shot to her feet.

Vincent discreetly texted Ethan: She knows.

Jenna grabbed her purse and stormed out, ignoring Sylvia's shouts as she rushed to the parking lot.

The moment she started her car, Ethan's call flashed on her screen.

She rejected it and floored the accelerator toward the nearest hotel.

Her phone rang over a dozen times during the drive. She nearly threw it out the window.

After checking in, Milo called immediately: "Sis, Ethan's going crazy looking for you!"

"Tell him I'm not coming home tonight." Her tone was glacial.

"Did you two fight?"

"How dare I argue with the mighty CEO?" Jenna hung up and hurled her phone onto the bed.

The thought of Ethan treating her like some gold-digging threat made her chest tighten.

Did he think his wealth impressed her? She'd never cared about money!

Damn you, Ethan!