Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 119

Ethan remained frozen in his position, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched the chaos unfold around him.

The crowd’s pleas grew even louder, their desperation palpable in their face .

"Please, help us!"

they cried, their faces etched with pain and hope.

Ethan’s heart raced, his mind reeling with the weight of their words.

"I can’t just leave them like this, even though it’s risky"

he thought, his fists clenching at his sides.

Just then, a sleek Ferrari screeched to a halt at the scene, its engine purring like a wild cat.

imdiately the door swung open, and a young woman stepped out, her presence commanding attention.

imdiately gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd as they recognized her imdiately.

She is a renowned celebrity star in the country, affiliated with the entertainnt company Ethan had just acquired.

"Look, it’s Alex Gold!"

soone shouted, pointing at Alex.

"She’s the lead actress from that hit movie!"

imdiately without wasting anymore ti Alex approached Ethan with purpose, her high heels clicking against the pavent.

Her beauty was breathtaking, and her aura was nothing less of full confidence and glamor.

She fixed her gaze on Ethan, with a bright smile playing on her lips.

"Mr. Godly Investor,"

she said, her voice smooth as silk, "I was asked to pick you up. Please, co with ."

Upon hearing what the lady just said Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as he t her gaze, her words and beauty stealing his full attention.

He felt an inexplicable pull towards her, a desire to escape the chaos and seek refuge in her company. "I... I don’t know,"

he stamred, his eyes darting between the woman and the crowd. "These people need my help."

At that mont Alex leaned in closer, her perfu intoxicating Ethan.

"I understand,"

she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.

"But you can’t help them if you’re caught in this ss. Co with , and we’ll figure out a way to help them."

Ethan hesitated, torn between his desire to leave and his sense of responsibility, sothing he had always seen himself doing.

The desperate pleas of the people around him tugged at his conscience.

He couldn’t simply walk away, not when they were begging for his help.

"I’m sorry, just give a little mont,"

he said to the celebrity, his voice firm.

"I can’t leave them like this."

With a deep breath, Ethan turned to the crowd and asked them to form a straight line.

"Please, everyone, calm down,"

he said, his voice rising above the din.

"I’ll do my best to help each and every one of you quickly before I leave."

One by one, he quicky listened to their stories, their struggles, and their dreams. He reached into his pocket and bought out his phone and he started donating money to each person, his actions fueled by a genuine desire to make a difference.

"I hope this helps you get back on your feet."

Ethan continued listening and doing the transfer, he could tell all of them he has encountered so far are all telling the truth, if not his intelligence ability would have sensed sothing by now.

Alex watched in awe, her eyes widening with each generous gesture.

She had never witnessed such humility from soone as wealthy and powerful as Ethan before.

"Who is he?"

she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

"I’ve never t anyone like him before."

As Ethan continued his impromptu charity session it was the last person on the line, at that mont the dia arrived on the scene, their caras flashing and microphones thrust forward.

imdiately they sward around Ethan, their questions were rapid-fire and relentless.

"Mr. Godly Investor, who are you? What’s your real na?"

"How rich are you? Can you give us an estimate of your net worth?"

"Which family do you co from? Are you a mber of any prominent dynasty?"

Hearing their questions Ethan remained silent, his face remaining calm under the mask.

He focused on the task at hand, Quickly he did the last donation.

"I’m just trying to help,"

he said, his voice calm and steady. "That’s all that matters right now."

At that mont one of the Journalists managed to see himself in front of others, and without wasting any more ti he said imdiately.

" Mr Godly Investor, are you trying to go into politics, is that the reason you’re donating this much money, and you even bought a TV station, is this all a plan, say sothing, anything at all."

All of them were waiting for Ethan to say sothing or deny the claim, but instead he walked closer to Alex and without wasting any more ti she entered her car.

Without wasting anymore ti Alex drove off.

As they sped away from the scene.

The dia was still busy taking pictures, so of them were busy cooking up stories in their laptops. Alex, who has been keeping quiet for so minutes, couldn’t help but glance at Ethan, her curiosity burning.

"That was incredible,"

she said softly, her voice filled with wonder.

"I’ve never seen anyone do sothing like that before. What made you decide to help them?"

Ethan remained silent, his mind reeling from the events that had just transpired.

Alex nodded, she could tell she just crossed her boundary.

At that mont Alex was kind of confused about the direction she should take.

with a clam and low voice she said to Ethan.

"Do you want to take you ho?"

she asked gently.

"Or, if you prefer, you can spend the night at my place. Nobody will disturb you there. You’ll be safe."

Ethan considered her offer, realizing that he had nowhere else to go.

The thought of returning to the dormitory or facing Naomi’s questions seed daunting.

He needed a mont to breathe, to process everything that had happened.

But one thing was for sure he helped so many people today in the process, which makes him happy.

At that mont the system sounded.

And Ethan brought out his phone, it was a ssage from the system rewarding him 10 points, which ans he donated 100 million dollars to the people.

With a heavy sigh, Ethan t Alex ’s gaze and said.

"Take to your house."