Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 100

Upon hearing what Damian’s father ordering him to beg Ethan for forgiveness.

everyone jaw dropped imdiately they gaze at none of them could believe what they just heard. imdiately Damian’s face drained of all color. He glanced around the room, and he could notice everyone’s gaze on him. Their eyes bore into him, making his skin crawl with sha and humiliation.

Imdiately he turned his gaze back at his father.

and pointed at Ethan.

"? Beg this lowly beggar?" Damian thought, his stomach churning with disgust.

without being told he could tell his father must have mistaken Ethan for soone else.

"How can I possibly sink so low to apologize to this thing? I’d rather die than grovel at his feet!"

Damian at that mont was expecting so kind of change in his father’s face but his father’s glare intensified even and his lips started shaking.

It was then Damian realized he had no choice, when his father’s lips start shaking in such a manner he knew what was coming next. With a shuddering breath, he lowered himself to his knees, his head bowed in defeat.

"Ethan"

He stamred, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I’m sorry. I know I’ve treated you horribly. I’ve been a fool, jealous, and a complete and utter fool. Please, I’m begging you, find it in your heart to forgive . I’ll do anything, anything at all, to make this right."

He said while beating his lips.

At that mont tears started streaming down Damian’s face as he spoke, his shoulders shaking with sobs, for the fact he had to apologize to Ethan and in front of everyone was the real reason he was shedding tears, knowing all his respect is gone, nobody is going to respect him again.

A captain before but not anymore because of Ethan, a well respected player before but not anymore because of him, now he’s kneeling in front of him under the watch of everyone.

He couldn’t bear to look at Ethan, couldn’t stand to see the victory look on his eyes.

However Ethan remained silent, his gaze boring into the top of Damian’s bowed head, then he decided to mock him a little so he could feel how painful it’s, when he was being bullied.

"Well, well, well,"

He said finally, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"How the tables have turned. Now Tell , Damian, how does it feel to be the one on your knees, begging for rcy? Is this the position you imagined yourself in when you set out to ruin tonight?"

upon hearing what Ethan just said Damian flinched as if he’d been slapped, his face burning with even more humiliation.

He wanted to scream, and lash out at Ethan, but the look on his father face made him to calm down he had no other choice but to kneel here and endure this torture.

"Please, Ethan,"

He choked out, his voice raw and filled with desperation.

"I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I’m begging you, please, give a chance to make this right. I’ll do anything you ask, anything at all. Just please, don’t let this be the end of ."

At that mont Ethan let out a Deep breath, enjoying the sight of Damian groveling at his feet, but he doesn’t want anyone to see him as a bully. Then, with a sigh, he nodded.

"Very well,"

he said, his voice as cold as ice.

"I’ll forgive you, Damian. But on one condition."

Damian’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with hope hearing what Ethan just said.

"Anything. Na it, and it’s yours."

Ethan’s lips curled into a smirk knowing they don’t have a chance anyways, but he just doesn’t want Damien around him anymore, and Dain hasn’t done anything to physically hurt him like Marcus he tried to hurt him.

"I won’t be paying a single cent for this al."

he said, his voice as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

"You and your family will cover the cost, as a sign of your sincere remorse and apology, and I want assurance that Damian would never co close to again except when we are playing football."

upon hearing what Ethan just said Damian’s mouth fell open, his eyes bulging with shock.

After everything he’d done, after all the pain and humiliation he’d heaped upon Ethan, this was his only demand?, he known Ethan doesn’t have the money to pay for the al, he just wanted to use this to escape.

But before Damian could say a word, his father stepped forward. "Of course,"

he said, his voice tight with barely contained rage.

"We’ll take care of the bill. And I will make sure to personally put your words into Damian’s head, he will never trouble you again."

Upon hearing what Damian’s father just said Ethan nodded, then turned to the chief manager of Winston restaurant and the other n who had co to his aid.

"I can’t thank you enough,"

he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"If I hadn’t had the good fortune to dine with Lady Madison the day I won the MVP, I never would have t any of you. You’ve more than fulfilled the one-ti help you promised , and I’m deeply grateful."

The n nodded solemnly, then turned to leave. But before they did, Ethan called out to them once more.

"I want to make one thing perfectly clear,"

he said, his voice ringing out across the room.

"I don’t want anyone here to get the wrong idea. I can’t just snap my fingers and summon these people whenever I want. They’re not my personal army, and I don’t have any special hold over them. I was just lucky enough to et them that one ti, and they were kind enough to help out of a tight spot as promised before."

The n nodded again, then filed out of the room. As the door swung shut behind them, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The people who had been afraid of Ethan just monts before now pulled away, their faces filled with a mix of anger.

They had thought Ethan was so kind of untouchable figure, a puppet master pulling the strings of the rich and powerful n. But now they realized he was just a lucky kid who had stumbled into the right place at the right ti and it was just a one ti help. And without his powerful allies to back him up, he’s nothing special at all.

Ethan watched the n go. He didn’t want to be seen as so kind of god among n, surrounded by sycophants and false friends.

He just wanted to be himself, to be judged on his own rits and actions, that was why he had to explain things to them.

Just then, the door swung open once more, and Billy and his father strode into the room.