Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 157

upon hearing what Ethan just said their faces froze mid-celebration, uncertain whether to continue mocking or prepare for another surprise.

"Other property?"

Marcus scoffed, but his voice wavered slightly.

His hand unconsciously moved to loosen his designer tie.

"What ga are you playing now, Ethan?"

Sarah grabbed Thomas’s arm nervously, her perfectly painted nails digging into his Armani jacket.

"He’s lost it,"

she whispered, At that mont she brought out her phone ready to start recording to post on her social dia.

"First trying to claim this house, now talking about another one? He’s delusional!"

"Hey,"

Jake stepped forward, trying to hide his unease behind his bravado, though his legs trembled slightly. "you think I don’t know your plans, you want to lead us to so random house and break in and claim we all did it"

His voice cracked on the last word.

"He’s completely crazy,"

soone muttered from the back. "What if he’s planning sothing dangerous? and is exactly what he’s going to do."

imdiately the words sent a ripple of fear through the group.

The crowd began backing away slowly, their designer shoes scuffing against pavent in their haste. Their earlier mockery replaced by genuine fear, perfectly styled hair now dampening with nervous sweat knowing that was Ethan’s plan from the beginning.

"I’m not going anywhere else with him,"

one of them announced, his face draining of color. His hands shook as he checked his phone.

"He’ll probably get us all arrested for breaking and entering. My father would kill if I got involved in sothing illegal."

His eyes gaze around.

"And not in an estate like this."

"Maybe he’s angry,"

Thomas whispered.

"All our teasing made him lose it, and he decided to threaten us with this."

The others nodded frantically, their fashionable facades cracking as their imaginations spun wild scenarios of Ethan leading them into so criminal sche.

At that mont Marcus suddenly straightened his shoulders, adjusting himself with renewed confidence.

"No, all of you wait."

he called out to the retreating group, his authority ringing in his voice.

"We should go with him."

"Are you insane?"

Sarah hissed, her perfectly manicured nails clutching her bag so tight her knuckles went white. "He’s clearly lost it!"

"Guys Think about it,"

Marcus’s eyes glead with calculation, running a hand through his styled hair.

"If we don’t follow him now, he’ll keep making these ridiculous claims at school. Every day, another story about his mansion."

Again he adjusted his Rolex with practiced casualness.

"Besides, if anything goes wrong, my father’s connection and his lawyers will handle it. They love easy cases and this would be one of them, all of you have nothing to worry about."

Upon hearing what Marcus just said The group exchanged uncertain glances, their designer shoes shuffling nervously.

Jake bit his lower lip, saring his lip balm. Thomas kept checking his phone, as if ready to speed-dial for help.

Slowly, they nodded.

" Brother Marcus, we are with you."

So of them pointed at Ethan.

"He must pay for trying to deceive us."

At that mont Ethan didn’t say much.

"Since all of you have made up your mind, co with ."

Ethan walked away and they all followed him, he led them deeper into the estates, past Marcus’s now seemingly modest house, past the seven-million-dollar villa, into the most exclusive section. Their footsteps slowed, their confidence draining with each step as they recognized where they were heading.

At that mont they stopped dead in their tracks at the gates of the Grand King mansion - the crown jewel of the estates. A property so exclusive that its price tag was whispered about in boardrooms and penthouses. Even Marcus’s usual smirk faltered at the sight of its grandeur.

"No way,"

Thomas whispered, his face pale. "That’s... that’s the Grand King mansion. My father and his investors tried to buy it last year. They wouldn’t even let him make an offer."

’Ti to shatter their world’

Ethan thought, watching their expressions shift from mockery to dawning horror.

"He’s completely lost it,"

Marcus whispered, backing away from the gate, his designer shoes scuffing in his haste. Imdiately sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool air.

"This... this is the Grand King mansion. Nobody gets near that gate!"

Their eyes darted nervously to the nurous security personnel visible through the ornate ironwork - elite guards in tailored black suits, earpieces gleaming, hands positioned near concealed weapons. High-tech security caras swiveled silently, tracking their every twitch.

"Just standing here could get us in trouble,"

Jake hissed, tugging frantically at his collar. His face had gone pale as milk.

"My father said they once arrested soone just for taking photos! and he and his family were blacklisted from entering the Estate again!"

imdiately Sarah quickly put her phone back into her bag, her perfectly manicured hands shaking. "We need to leave. Now. My family can’t handle this kind of scandal if anything goes south."

"You absolute lunatic,"

Thomas spat at Ethan, though he kept retreating backward.

His earlier bravado had evaporated like morning dew.

"First the renovation lies, now this? The Grand King mansion? You’re definitely insane!"

The group huddled together like scared sheep, hurling insults from what they considered a safe distance.

Their bodies pressed together, seeking safety in numbers, designer clothes wrinkled in their fear.

Then everyone froze, mouths hanging open, as Ethan calmly walked right up to the forbidden gate.

Their voices died in their throats as he approached the point where no visitor had ever dared to stand. Even the bravest paparazzi kept their distance from this spot.

Ethan turned to face them, his expression unreadable as he said...

"Let’s make a bet,"

Ethan’s voice carried across the tense air, smooth as silk but sharp as steel.

"Since my seven-million-dollar house is under renovation, how about a tour of the Grand King mansion instead?"

Hearing what Ethan just said, Nervous laughter erupted from the group, tinged with hysteria.

Their bodies unconsciously huddled closer together for safety.

"You’re actually insane,"

Jake snickered, though his voice trembled and his hands couldn’t stop fidgeting with his designer tie. "If you can get us inside, I’ll lick your shoes clean! Both of them!"

"Hell,"

Thomas added, trying to sound brave while shifting from foot to foot.

"I’ll eat my Rolex if you can even get past those guards!"

His hand protectively covered his watch as he said it.

Marcus stepped forward with the big guys of other courses who have been keeping quiet since, they don’t want to look like fools in front of everyone.

They are not afraid because of Ethan but because of the place they are in.

"You want a real bet? Fine."

His eyes glittered with malice, certain of his position.

"If you can get us inside the Grand King mansion, we’ll crawl out of these estates on our knees. All of us."

"On our knees!"

the others echoed, nodding vigorously.

Sarah flipped her hair, smirking. "Like servants!"

"Through the whole estate," soone added, gaining courage from their certainty.

Upon hearing what they just said a slight smile curved Ethan’s lips as he reached into his jacket.

The group’s laughter before died instantly at his calm deanor.

"Interesting proposition,"

he said smoothly, pulling out a docunt with practiced grace.

"Shall we put that in writing?"