Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 221

As Ethan stepped into the main floor, his calm strides were interrupted by two imposing figures blocking his path. They were the celebrity lady’s bodyguards—he recognized them instantly from earlier.

Their sudden presence in this role made Ethan’s brow furrow slightly. ’Why are her bodyguards pretending to be building security?’

One of them, a tall man with a cold expression, raised his hand. "Hold on," he said. "We need to search you before you go any further."

At that mont Ethan’s sharp eyes scanned the two of them, his mind already working. He could see the faint smugness in their postures, the calculated gleam in their eyes. ’This isn’t protocol. They’re up to sothing.’

"What’s the issue?" Ethan asked evenly, his tone calm but pointed.

"It’s standard procedure," the other guard replied, his voice carrying a practiced indifference.

"For the safety of everyone in the building."

Hearing what they just said Ethan almost laughed at the blatant lie but instead gave a small nod, stepping back slightly to give them space. He could’ve easily ended the charade right there, but sothing stopped him.

’ Let them play their little ga, he thought. The more rope they have, the easier it’ll be to hang her with it.’

At that mont he crossed his arms and leaned casually against the wall. "Go ahead," he said, his voice smooth. "Search . Let’s see what you find."

The guards exchanged a glance, montarily thrown off by Ethan’s calm compliance. They hadn’t expected him to play along.

Imdiately the n circled Ethan with exaggerated seriousness, their hands patting him down in what was clearly a performance rather than an actual search. Their movents were slow and deliberate, as if they were waiting for Ethan to react, but he remained calm, watching them carefully.

At that mont one of the n subtly slipped sothing into Ethan’s right pocket. Ethan noticed the action imdiately, his sharp eyes catching the slight twitch in the man’s fingers.

Amateurs, he thought, keeping his expression neutral.

When the charade was over, the taller guard straightened and said, "Alright, you’re clear. You can go."

Ethan gave a small nod and turned to leave. But before he took more than a few steps, the sa man called out, his voice loud enough to attract attention.

"Hey! Wait a second."

Hearing their voice Ethan turned slowly, his calm deanor unshaken. "Yes?"

The guard smirked. "What’s in your right pocket?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

Ethan’s gaze narrowed slightly, but he didn’t move. "You tell ," he replied evenly.

Imdiately the shorter guard stepped forward, feigning impatience. "If you’re not going to cooperate, we’ll check ourselves."

Without waiting for a response, the man reached into Ethan’s right pocket and pulled out the planted item—a lacy piece of female underwear. He held it up dramatically, his expression exaggerated with mock outrage.

"What’s this?" the guard said loudly.

Ethan’s eyes remained locked on the man, unflinching.

Imdiately Ethan was seized by the guards, their grips firm as they escorted him down a narrow hallway and into a stark detention room.

Inside, an officer sat behind a desk, his stern face unreadable as the guards pushed Ethan into a chair.

The officer gave the guards a nod of approval.

"Good work, boys," he said gruffly, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Send for Mrs Malisa. She should be here to receive thanks for catching this... individual."

Ethan leaned back in the chair, his posture relaxed, almost casual. His calm deanor contrasted sharply with the tension in the room, which only seed to irritate the officer more. The man’s cold eyes locked onto Ethan, his gaze intense and accusatory.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" the officer barked, slamming a hand on the desk for emphasis.

"This is a serious offense! You’re looking at prison ti—a high jail term. Bringing your dirty behavior into an entertainnt agency like this? Unbelievable!"

His voice grew louder with each word, filled with anger and disgust.

However Ethan said nothing, his calm gaze unwavering. The officer’s frustration deepened, his tone growing harsher. "You’re in deep trouble, boy. You should start thinking about how you’re going to explain this to the police. There’s no way you’re walking out of here unscathed."

Again Ethan’s eyes remained steady, his silence unnerving the officer and the guards in the room.

At that mont Ethan leaned forward slightly in his chair, his calm deanor intact as he finally broke his silence. "I was frad," he said evenly, his voice steady but firm.

The officer blinked, clearly caught off guard by Ethan’s confidence. "Frad?"

he repeated, leaning back in his chair with a scoff. "And why would anyone bother to fra a nobody like you? What could they possibly stand to gain?"

However Ethan’s eyes didn’t waver as he t the officer’s glare. "Because they thought I was a nobody," he replied, his tone calm but carrying a weight that made the officer pause.

For a mont, silence filled the room, the officer staring at Ethan as if trying to read between the lines.

Imdiately the officer’s face twisted in confusion, Ethan’s calm but cryptic words clearly rattling him.

"What do you an by ’they thought’?" the officer demanded, his voice rising.

Ethan didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone with an unhurried confidence that only added to the tension in the room. Without a word, he dialed a number and placed the phone to his ear.

"Get the head of the entertainnt company," Ethan said sharply when the call connected. His voice was cold and authoritative. "I’m giving you one minute to co to the detention room imdiately. If you’re not here by then, consider yourself fired."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said. The officer’s jaw dropped, his disbelief quickly replaced by fury. "How dare you!" he roared, standing abruptly and slamming his hands on the desk.

"Who do you think you are, pulling stunts like this? Do you think you can play gas with ?"

Ethan didn’t flinch, his expression as composed as ever. Slowly, he reached into his pocket again and placed sothing on the table with deliberate precision. It was the universal authority card, its sleek design and unmistakable insignia glinting under the fluorescent light.

The officer froze mid-rant, his words catching in his throat as he stared at the card. His face turned pale as the realization hit him.

Before the officer could react, the door to the detention room swung open with force. Malisa strode in, her expression a mix of disgust and triumph. Her sharp eyes imdiately landed on Ethan, and she pointed an accusatory finger at him.

"You again!"