Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 232

At that mont Alex’s heart raced uncontrollably, her chest tightening with every second of silence.

She searched Ethan’s face for any sign of what he might do next, but his expression was calm—too calm. Finally, his voice broke the tension.

"Relax," Ethan said evenly, his tone neither harsh nor warm.

"I’m not going to do anything to you. You’re free to go."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Her legs felt weak as she stood, her body moving on autopilot.

However She hesitated for a mont, her eyes lingering on Ethan, but his calm deanor didn’t waver. She nodded, whispered a faint "thank you," and hurried out of the office, leaving Ethan alone.

What she just saw, was still fresh in her my mind and she couldn’t believe after everything she was still trying to push ahead and get sothing, when she doesn’t even understand Ethan anymore.

However She was scared because she doesn’t know what she’s going to do from here.

At that mont Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned back to the work on his desk.

The pile of files from Naomi and the updates he had demanded were waiting and he couldn’t waste anymore.

He spent the next hour carefully reviewing everything before finally stepping out of the office.

However The manager was waiting for him outside, a clipboard in hand.

Imdiately Ethan handed him a folder with a calm yet commanding deanor.

"These are the changes I want implented imdiately," he said firmly.

Hearing Ethan order the manager nodded, quickly scanning the list.

Before turning to leave, Ethan reached into his coat pocket and pulled out another file.

"One more thing," he added, his tone dropping slightly.

"The girl who ca into my office earlier—the one who thought seduction was a negotiation tactic."

The manager looked up, confused by Ethan’s words. Ethan handed over the file.

"Her profile. Fire her," he said bluntly.

At that mont the manager’s eyes widened slightly but didn’t argue. "Understood," he replied, tucking the file under his arm.

With that, Ethan turned around and left the building, the sharp sound of his footsteps echoing through the corridor as he disappeared into the bustling city outside.

Not long after Ethan stepped out of the entertainnt building, his mind preoccupied with the tasks he had assigned and the mountain of responsibilities awaiting him. However To his surprise, Alex was waiting by the entrance, leaning casually against her car. She straightened up as soon as she spotted him, a determined look on her face.

"Ethan," she called out, her voice light but purposeful.

"Let buy you dinner."

Ethan’s brow furrowed he couldn’t believe she has the guts to show up again.

Mont again he could feel her fear, but not everything seems to disappear.

"That’s not necessary," he replied coolly, trying to sidestep her.

But Alex wasn’t one to take no for an answer. At that mont She reached out, grabbing his hand firmly, her touch confident but not overly forceful.

"Co on," she insisted with a soft smile. "It’s just dinner. Consider it my way of saying thanks for not, you know, destroying my career earlier, you could have used everything I did before to get at but you didn’t, and I want to say thank you."

Still Ethan hesitated, his mind racing. He wasn’t used to this kind of persistence, and while Alex’s beauty was undeniable—her sharp features softened by her playful smile—he couldn’t help but feel wary.

’She’s only doing this because of my position, he thought. Because of what she thinks I am.’

Yet, despite his reservations, he allowed her to guide him toward her car.

Her hand remained on his, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold detachnt he tried to maintain.

At that mont Ethan let out a small sigh, his resolve wavering. He didn’t want to get attached to anyone, certainly not Alex.

But for now, he followed, unsure of what this impulsive gesture might lead to.

Not long after Alex pulled into the parking lot of an upscale restaurant, one that was quiet yet exuded an air of sophistication.

She glanced at Ethan as they stepped out of the car, her curious gaze fixed on him as though she were trying to solve a puzzle.

"You know," Alex began as they were seated at a corner table, "with your looks, I’d say you’re either still in school or—" she paused, tilting her head playfully, "—attending school all over again."

Hearing what she just said.

Ethan raised an eyebrow at her, his expression unreadable.

"Neither," he replied curtly, taking a sip of water from the glass the waiter had just placed in front of him.

She smirked, clearly undeterred by his short answer.

"Alright, then," she said, leaning forward slightly. "How old are you, really? I an, with the kind of wealth and power you seem to have... I wouldn’t be surprised if it dates back a century or two."

Her playful tone faded as her eyes widened in mock realization. "Wait... are you a hundred years old?"

she asked, only half-joking, But her curiosity getting the better of her.

At that mont Ethan t her gaze, his lips curling into a faint smile.

"I’m not a hundred years old," he said evenly. Then, after a mont of thought, he added, "I’m my real age, but..." he leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly, "this isn’t my original body."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Alex froze, her fork midway to her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, but no words ca out.

She wasn’t sure whether he was serious or just trying to throw her off, but sothing about the calm, almost matter-of-fact way he said it sent a shiver down her spine.

As Ethan and Alex stepped out of the restaurant, the soft hum of the evening filled the air. They walked toward her car, the night feeling strangely calm. Ethan’s steps slowed suddenly, his sharp gaze catching movent in the shadows.

He turned to Alex, his voice low but firm.

"Wait here," he instructed.