Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 156

After pointing the house and leading them inside, he imdiately raised his shoulders.

"Incredible, right?"

Marcus then spread his arms wide, his designer watch catching the light from the crystal chandelier. His face glowed with smug satisfaction as they toured his ho.

"Just my school residence, actually. my family mansion outside the estate is three tis this size."

His casual ntion of such wealth made several students gasp, their eyes widening in awe.

"Three tis?"

Sarah whispered, clutching her Gucci bag tighter.

"That’s insane!"

The group moved through rooms of polished marble and crystal chandeliers, their footsteps echoing off the tiles.

At that mont a maid in a crisp uniform appeared with a silver tray of champagne flutes, her movents perfectly practiced. Then others followed, bearing exotic hors d’oeuvres on gold-rimd plates.

Seeing the maid’s coming Marcus smiled brightly.

"Ten full-ti staff,"

Marcus ntioned casually, adjusting his Rolex as he waved to another maid dusting a priceless Ming vase.

"Can’t live without them, really. Father insists on maintaining certain... standards."

His chin lifted slightly, enjoying how even the rest rich kids of other course looked overwheld.

The students sprawled across imported leather sofas, being waited on hand and foot. Even Thomas, whose father owned an importing company, couldn’t hide his impressed expression as he ran his fingers over the handcrafted furniture.

"This is how important people live,"

Jake announced, accepting a fresh drink from a passing maid with practiced arrogance.

His eyes glead with malicious pleasure as he turned to Ethan. "Real wealth, real service."

He smirked, raising his glass.

"Not so imaginary house soone among us here thinks he owns."

Imdiately Laughter rippled through the group as another maid entered with more refreshnts. They sat straighter, trying to mimic one of the rich guys among them and they started pretending this level of service was normal for them.

Each secretly reveling in feeling like royalty.

Ethan rely smiled quietly, noting how Marcus’s ’impressive’ ho would fit in his garage.

’They should all Wait until they see what real wealth looks like.’

He said to himself.

"Well,"

Marcus drawled, still floating on his earlier triumph, though his confident smirk had an edge of condescension.

"Let’s see this house of yours, Ethan. If it exists, Perhaps it might just be an audio house."

Imdiately everyone turned towards Ethan wanting to hear what he’s going to say.

Ethan didn’t say anything but step out of the house and everyone followed him out.

The group followed Ethan deeper into the estates, their designer shoes clicking against perfect pavents. Suddenly, their mocking smiles froze, eyes widening as they approached a massive villa that made Marcus’s ho look like a guest house.

"Seven million,"

Ethan said casually, watching their faces transform.

"Give or take."

"No way,"

Jake stamred, his earlier bravado crumbling. His perfectly styled hair seed to wilt with his confidence. "This... this can’t be yours."

His hands fidgeted with his designer belt.

"This is in the premium sector,"

Marcus whispered, recognition dawning in his eyes. His face had gone pale.

soone else designer sunglasses slipped down her nose.

"Only top-tier families..."

At that mont Sarah clutched Thomas’s arm.

"The architecture... it’s breathtaking,"

she murmured.

imdiately Ethan pulled out a set of keys with deliberate slowness, enjoying their discomfort, when a construction manager in a hard hat intercepted them. His uniform bore the estate’s exclusive logo.

"I apologize, sir,"

he bowed slightly to Ethan, his manner perfectly professional.

"But access is restricted. The estate’s design team is implenting the upgraded interior features the estate manager has requested."

He then gestured at the workers visible through the windows.

"The estate manager insists on no outsiders during the renovation phase."

Upon hearing that worker just said the group stood frozen, their earlier mockery was forgotten. Marcus tugged at his collar, suddenly feeling the weight of his own relative poverty.

Jake’s mouth opened and closed without sound, while others shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with Ethan.

"You’re an absolute fraud!"

Marcus recovered first, his face flushing red with a mixture of relief and rage.

His hands clenched into fists. "Showing us an estate property under renovation? How pathetic!"

imdiately he pointed at the key on Ethan hands.

"You dare bring those keys to deceive us thinking you actually own the house."

"You should be on your knees begging forgiveness,"

Jake snarled, stepping forward aggressively, his designer shoes scuffing the immaculate pavent. His earlier fear transford into vengeful glee.

"Making us waste our ti like this!"

Sarah flipped her hair dramatically. "I can’t believe we fell for it, even for a second!"

"Probably he googled which houses were being renovated, or Perhaps he knows one of the workers."

Thomas sneered, adjusting his Gucci tie with trembling fingers. "Just to pretend he’s rich! So desperate for attention!"

The group’s mocking laughter returned, sharper and more vicious than before.

Their relief at catching Ethan in a lie made them bold, their bodies practically vibrating with restored confidence.

Ethan’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he watched their performance, with a faint smile playing at his lips. ’Naomi, you’re really putting on quite a show’

he thought, rembering his specific instructions about the renovation story.

At that mont Ethan wanted to call Naomi to give the workers instructions for them to go inside, but at the sa ti it would be of no use because they would still find sothing to say.

’I could end their mockery with one call to Naomi’

Ethan thought, his finger hovering over his phone.

’And at the sa ti, they would know I have connections, which is sothing I don’t want.’

Besides, having them think he had connections to the estate managent could raise unwanted questions. People might start digging, asking how a ’normal’ student knew such powerful figures. ’Better they remain ignorant of my true influence... for now.’

However, seeing Ethan keeping quiet Their insults continued to rain down again.

"Pathetic fraud!"

Marcus sneered, adjusting his designer tie with trembling fingers.

"Can’t believe we fell for it!"

Sarah’s perfectly made-up face twisted with contempt.

"What a joke!"

Jake laughed, but his eyes held a hint of lingering doubt.

Thomas was practically dancing with glee.

"Wait till everyone at school hears about this!"

At that mont Ethan cleared his throat, the small sound sohow cutting through their tirade like a blade through silk.

Their heads snapped toward him in unison.

"You’re right,"

he said smoothly, watching their expressions shift from surprise to confusion then to smug satisfaction.

"This house is currently under construction."

He paused deliberately, letting their grins grow wider, their shoulders straightened with perceived victory.

Then, like a predator playing with its prey, he added.

"Perhaps I should show you my other property in the estate instead."