Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 160

imdiately without wasting any more ti all of the students started entering the mansion, As the group filed into the mansion’s grand foyer, gasping at the opulent interior.

At that mont Ethan held back slightly. He leaned close to the woman’s ear, his voice barely a whisper.

"Contact the special division team. I want every exit sealed. No one leaves without my permission."

His words carried lethal precision.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said The woman’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose in surprise.

She had been disappointed monts ago, thinking Ethan was showing weakness by forgiving their insults. Now, watching his calculated expression, she understood what he had planned for all of them.

"Lockdown protocols?"

she murmured, with a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Complete containnt,"

Ethan confird softly.

"Let them marvel at their golden cage for a while."

The group wandered ahead, oblivious of what was going on, so of them were busy taking selfies and touching expensive artifacts.

Behind them, silent figures in black suits began moving into position, securing every possible escape route.

The woman’s earlier disappointnt transford into admiration.

’Not letting them go after all’

she thought, watching Ethan’s prey walk willingly into his trap.

Again the woman’s red lips curved into a knowing smile as she nodded, already reaching for her communication device to remind them again.

Inside, the mansion’s grandeur left them speechless. Marble floors stretched endlessly, crystal chandeliers cast rainbow shadows, and an army of perfectly uniford maids seed to materialize from nowhere – each trained to anticipate their every need.

"This is... unreal,"

Sarah gasped as a maid appeared with champagne.

"Marcus, your house seems like a servant’s quarters compared to this!"

The group sprawled across antique furniture worth more than their cars, being pampered by an endless stream of attendants. Their earlier fear transford into entitled pleasure.

" Ethan was Lucky he brought us here,"

Jake called out, accepting a fourth glass of champagne.

"We might have taught him a lesson about keeping promises."

"Yeah,’

Thomas added, watching a maid adjust his collar.

"Nobody breaks contracts with us, we just wanted to make things right, which was why I even begged."

Their false bravado returned as they basked in luxury, completely unaware of the security teams quietly sealing every exit behind them.

However Ethan heard their words and he decided to respond.

"I always keep my word,"

Ethan replied smoothly.

"Since my other property is being renovated, this seed an acceptable alternative."

At that mont Sarah leaned over to Thomas, whispering behind her champagne glass.

"Do you think he actually owns this place? The security knows him..."

"How did you manage all this?"

Jake asked, trying to sound casual while a maid adjusted his silk pocket square.

"The connections to get us in here?"

Ethan’s lips curved slightly.

"I happened to et the Master of the mansion. In fact,"

At that mont he checked his watch.

"he should be arriving shortly."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said Marcus, emboldened by expensive champagne, let out a sharp laugh.

"Oh, I get it now!"

He gestured expansively.

"Our friend Ethan here must be part of the service staff. Probably begged for a maid position, right?" He smirked, seeking approval from the others.

"That’s how you got permission – you’re just another servant!"

Upon hearing what Marcus just said the maids exchanged subtle glances as the group laughed at Marcus’s joke, unaware of the growing tension in the air.

The group’s laughter continued to echo through the grand halls, their fear transforming into renewed mockery, champagne making them bold.

"Just a servant with so lucky connections!"

Sarah giggled, Her perfectly manicured hands shook with mirth.

"Probably he cleans toilets here,"

Jake added, loosening his Hermès tie as he lounged deeper into an antique sofa.

"No wonder he knows the layout so well!"

However Ethan’s smile remained unchanged, though sothing dangerous flickered in his eyes. "Enjoy your al,"

he said softly.

"It will be your last ti dining here."

His tone carried a weight they were too drunk on luxury to notice.

"Of course!"

they chorused, faces flushed with expensive wine.

At that mont the maids ca with food and they all took what they wanted, and not long after they finished eating.

And they decided to leave.

But their satisfied smirks froze as they exited the mansion.

Elite security teams in tactical gear had surrounded the entire periter, their black uniforms and imposing presence turning the luxurious estate into an elaborate trap.

"Wait... what’s happening?"

Marcus’s voice cracked as he spun around frantically, his designer shoes scuffing.

imdiately his face drained of color.

Panic set in as they realized their situation.

Thomas began hyperventilating, Sarah’s knees buckled, and Jake looked ready to faint.

Marcus rushed to the elegant woman from earlier, nearly tripping over his own feet.

His perfectly styled hair now hung in sweaty strands as he gestured wildly.

"You were here!"

he pleaded, voice rising to a desperate squeak.

"You saw everything! Ethan invited us in - you approved it! then what is going on here!"

At that mont the woman’s perfectly painted lips curved into a predatory smile as the security teams closed in, their boots clicking against the floor in perfect synchronization.

The elegant woman regarded Marcus’s pleas with icy indifference, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached the group.

"Your phones,"

she commanded, extending one perfectly manicured hand forward.

"All of them."

imdiately They fumbled to comply, their designer bags and pockets emptied hastily.

Sarah’s hands trembled so badly she nearly dropped her phone.

"Delete everything,"

she continued, her voice carrying lethal precision.

"Every photo, every video taken within these walls. You were never proper guests of the Master."

Upon hearing what the lady just said Their fingers moved frantically across screens, erasing evidence of their brief taste of true luxury. Marcus’s confidence had completely crumbled as he deleted what would have been social dia gold.

Once satisfied their digital mories were erased, the woman’s red lips curved into a cold smile. "Now then,"

she said.

One of the security guards started handling all of them a docunt.

At that mont they all gaze at each other not knowing what was going on , now they dare have the courage to speak.

"About that contract you all so eagerly signed. I believe there were so... specific terms regarding how you’d exit these premises?"