Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 191

At that mont Ethan rose from his seat, his movents slow but deliberate. His gaze was no longer fixed on the floor; instead, his eyes burned with a quiet intensity, a storm brewing behind his calm exterior.

He didn’t need confirmation—he already knew who was behind this. The Silver family.

The thought made his jaw tighten, but he exhaled slowly, reigning in his anger.

’I can’t go after them as Ethan Winston,’

he thought. That’s a battle I won’t win.

’But as the godly investor... ’

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. I’ll bring them to their knees.

Without wasting any more ti he left the office, Stepping out of the hospital, He pulled out his phone and dialed. The line clicked after a few rings, and a gruff voice answered, "Boss?"

"Status," Ethan said curtly, his tone leaving no room for small talk.

However There was a pause before the man on the other end responded, his voice filled with guilt. "We... We failed, Boss. We couldn’t save you in ti. But we managed to get a photo of the truck and the driver."

At that mont Ethan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"You thought I was dead?" he asked, his tone calm but sharp enough to make the man hesitate.

"We thought you were gone, Boss," the man admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "We were already planning to avenge you. Didn’t know you were still alive."

Ethan let out a dry chuckle, the sound cold and calculated.

"I don’t need revenge."

Ethan ended the call with a sharp, "I’m coming to your location,"

his voice carrying an edge that left no room for argunt. He slipped into the cab, his jaw clenched as he navigated the quiet streets. His mind was already racing ahead, piecing together the puzzle of the attempt on his life.

When he arrived at the gang’s hideout—a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of the city—several figures erged to greet him. They looked relieved to see him alive, but their expressions were clouded with tension. One of the n, tall with a scar running across his cheek, stepped forward.

"Boss, we’ve been digging," the scarred man said. "You need to see this."

Ethan followed him into the warehouse, the air inside thick with smoke and the faint scent of oil. On a cluttered table lay a series of photos, notes, and a laptop displaying blurry surveillance footage.

"We ran the plates on the truck," the man continued, gesturing toward a printout. "They’re fake. Completely untraceable."

Upon hearing what the man just said, Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the images, his mind processing the information quickly. "And the driver?" he asked, his tone even but cold.

Another gang mber, shorter but with a wiry build, chid in.

"We identified him. He’s an assassin—works in underground society. Goes by the na ’Black Jack.’ Real piece of work. Looks like soone put a bounty on your head."

Ethan’s gaze flicked to the man, his expression unreadable. "And the bounty?"

The scarred man exchanged a glance with his colleague before replying. "It’s been closed. Word on the street is... you’ve been proclaid dead."

At that mont Ethan’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles whitening as the anger simred beneath his calm exterior. The Silver family had crossed a line, and they would pay for it.

At that mont He reached for his phone, his movents sharp and purposeful, and dialed Naomi’s number. The call connected almost instantly.

" Naomi," Ethan said, his voice cold and deliberate. "I need you to arrange a eting with the head of the Silver family and the godly investor. But it has to be private. I want to catch him off guard."

However Naomi hesitated for only a mont, her tone professional but laced with curiosity. "A private eting? That’s... not easy, Ethan. The Silver family doesn’t do unexpected things."

Upon hearing what Naomi just said Ethan’s jaw tightened.

"Find a way. I don’t care how you do it. I need a location where I can et the old master of the Silver family—sowhere he doesn’t expect."

Naomi exhaled softly on the other end. "Alright," she said. "I’ll look into it and get back to you."

without wasting anymore ti Ethan ended the call without another word, his mind already racing with possibilities. anwhile, Naomi wasted no ti. She began making discreet inquiries, her network of contacts moving swiftly. Within hours, she received the information she needed: the old master of the Silver family had a habit of spending his free ti in a secluded private club

She smiled faintly, satisfied with the lead, and imdiately prepared to inform Ethan. The wheels were now in motion, and the stage was being set for an encounter that no one would see coming.

Two days from now, the old master of the Silver family would be at the exclusive golf course he frequented. Naomi secured a spot for Ethan, ensuring he would have the perfect opportunity to approach him.

"It’s booked," Naomi inford Ethan over the phone. "You’ll have your chance to et him during his usual round."

Ethan nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. "Good," he replied. "In the anti, I need you to send the contracts that were offered to Serenity’s family. I want to know if the silver would be profiting off those deals."

"They’ve been signed already," Naomi reminded him, her tone cautious.

"I know," Ethan cut her off. "That’s exactly why I need to see the fine print. The York family has signed far too many contracts with them and I was to know if they would be beneficiary to anything before I give the final order."

However Naomi didn’t press further. "I’ll send the files imdiately," she said.

Minutes later, Ethan’s phone buzzed. The files had arrived. He skimd through the first few pages, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the details. "I’ll study these when I get ho," he murmured to himself, setting the phone down on the desk.

Before he could think further, another notification popped up. This one wasn’t about contracts or business—it was from the school football group. He opened the ssage, his brows lifting slightly. [A football ga is scheduled for tonight—a final match.]