A pitch-black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a stop before the main entrance of Mall of America.

A young man who appeared to be an assistant swiftly exited the vehicle and respectfully opened the rear door.

A pair of long legs emerged first. The man wore an impeccably tailored black designer suit, his chiseled profile gilded with cold sunlight. His elegant gesture of adjusting his cufflinks exuded aristocratic refinement, radiating an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.

Pedestrians stopped in their tracks.

"Look! Isn't that the HM Group CEO from the finance magazine cover?"

"He's even more handsome in person! Those proportions are unreal!"

"That watch on his wrist could buy an apartment!"

Ethan Roscente ignored the commotion, striding purposefully toward the mall entrance. His assistant Gavin Valentine jogged to keep up, unable to resist teasing. "Boss, your entrance rivals A-list celebrities."

The CEO didn't even glance his way.

Just inside the doors, Ethan suddenly halted. Gavin nearly collided with his back. "What's wrong?"

Ethan pulled out his phone. "Cancel the car." He hung up after the brief order.

His gaze locked onto a cosmetics counter ten meters away. A girl with a high ponytail was testing lipstick, her slim waist accentuated by light blue jeans.

"Jenna Roland." Ethan's voice lowered.

Gavin craned his neck. "Where? It's packed in here..."

"Blue jeans." Ethan snapped impatiently.

After squinting for several seconds, Gavin finally spotted the背影. He turned back in disbelief. "You recognized her from this distance?" Deliberately drawing out his words, he added, "Thought you were getting divorced?"

Ethan shot him an icy look. "Get your prescription checked."

With that, he strode toward the counter. Gavin muttered under his breath, "Who's he kidding? He's obviously still obsessed."