Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 239

Without wasting any more ti he put the phone to his ear, barely managing a greeting before the angry voice on the other end exploded.

"What the hell have you done?!" the boss roared, his voice crackling through the speaker.

"Have you seen the dia? They’re tearing us apart! Your na is everywhere—scandals, corruption, everything we’ve worked to bury is being dug up and exposed. Turn on the TV right now!"

The Chief Manager, trembling slightly, fumbled for the remote. He pressed the power button, and the large screen in the room flickered to life.

A news anchor’s voice filled the room, reporting on the scandals surrounding the Chief Manager of the entertainnt company. Clips and docunts were displayed, detailing years of shady deals, bribery, and cover-ups—all linked directly to him.

The room fell silent, except for the voice of the anchor. The cara panned to protesting fans outside the entertainnt company headquarters, holding signs demanding accountability. The words "Exposed Corruption in Entertainnt" blazed across the screen.

At that mont the Chief Manager’s grip on the remote tightened as his hands began to shake. His face drained of color, and beads of sweat ford on his forehead.

His phone buzzed again, and the boss’s voice barked through.

"You’re fired!" the boss spat venomously.

"I don’t care how long you’ve been here. Go clean out your desk, and don’t show your face again. You’re done."

Hearing what his boss just said.

The Chief Manager’s phone slipped from his hand and clattered onto the table. He stared at the screen in disbelief, his breathing shallow. "This... this can’t be happening," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.

Before anyone in the room could speak, another phone began ringing. All heads turned to the master of the family. He reached into his pocket.

The room remained tense as the television continued its damning report.

"Breaking News," the anchor announced, her voice sharp with urgency.

"The police have now issued a warrant for the arrest of the Chief Manager of JSK Entertainnt. Investigations reveal multiple accounts of embezzlent, fraud, and abuse of power. Authorities have begun seizing his properties as evidence piles up. He is urged to turn himself in imdiately."

The screen shifted to footage of police cars pulling up to a mansion, officers filing out with official docunts in hand. The headline read, "From Power to Fugitive: The fall of JSK Chief Manager."

The Chief Manager’s face twisted in rage and desperation as he watched.

Imdiately his knuckles started turning white as he gripped the edge of the table, his entire body trembling.

"This is all your fault, Ethan!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. His eyes were wild, darting between Ethan and the others in the room. "You’ll pay for this! Do you hear ? You’ll regret ever crossing !"

Imdiately he ran away.

The master of the family stared at the vibrating phone in his hand, his hesitation clear as he glanced at the faces around him. Slowly, he answered, his voice low and controlled, masking his unease. "Yes?"

The voice on the other end belonged to his secretary, frantic and rushed.

"Sir, there’s so troubling news I need to share imdiately."

The master’s brow furrowed. "Speak."

"The estate we acquired recently—there’s been an issue," the secretary began, her voice trembling slightly. "It appears there are hidden charges tied to the property. Significant ones."

At that mont his grip tightened on the phone.

"How significant?"

"Estimates suggest the charges could exceed a hundred million dollars," she continued, her tone cautious. "But that’s not the worst of it."

"What could possibly be worse?" His voice was sharp now, his growing irritation evident.

"The company behind the estate’s sale has filed a lawsuit against us," she said quickly, as if bracing for his reaction. "If we lose the case, the damages could reach up to a billion dollars."

At that mont the room fell into an uneasy silence as the master of the family froze, the weight of the revelation hitting him.

Imdiately a faint murmur of shock rippled through the family mbers seated around the table.

The master of the family’s face turned pale, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as he gripped the edge of the table. His breathing grew erratic, his chest heaving as if the weight of the news had crushed him entirely. Before anyone could react, his body convulsed, and he collapsed onto the floor, clutching his chest.

"Father!" the celebrity lady scread, rushing to his side. The other family mbers crowded around him in panic, shouting for help and trying to lift him up, their movents frantic and disorganized.

"Move aside," Ethan’s calm yet firm voice cut through the chaos. He stepped closer, his sharp gaze assessing the master’s condition with eerie precision.

"He’s having a severe dical episode. Likely a heart attack."

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The family turned to him, desperation in their eyes. "What should we do?" one of them stamred.

Ethan’s voice was steady as he said, "If he doesn’t receive dical attention in the next ten minutes, he’s going to die."

The words struck like thunder, silencing the room for a mont before the celebrity lady erupted in tears, her anger directed at Ethan. "This is your fault!"

she scread, her voice breaking with tension.

"You caused this! If anything happens to my father, you’ll pay for it, Ethan. Mark my words—you’ll regret this for the rest of your life!"

Ethan remained impassive, his cold gaze eting hers.

"Then you’d better call an ambulance," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Because crying and blaming won’t save him."

The celebrity lady cried out, stepping in front of Ethan to block his exit.

"Please, Ethan, don’t walk away. Save him. I’ll do anything you want."

For so reason Sothing tells her Ethan is well Knowledgeable in cases like this.

At that mont Ethan paused, tilting his head slightly but keeping his back to her. "Anything?" His tone was calm, but the weight of his words sent a chill through the room.

Desperation crept into her voice. "Yes, anything. I’ll pay you, give you connections, whatever you want."

Ethan turned around slowly, his expression unreadable.

"What could you possibly offer that I don’t already have?"

Hearing what Ethan just said.

Her hands trembled, but she forced herself to stand tall.

"I’ll marry you," she said, her voice shaking but determined. "You don’t have a girlfriend, do you? If you marry , you’ll beco the next heir to this family. Think about it—the power, influence, everything you could ever want."