Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 269

At that mont Serenity’s uncle, with a sly grin, raised his hand to gather everyone’s attention.

"You know," he began, his voice carrying a tone of conspiracy, "I’ve been thinking... could it be that the Godly Investor has taken a liking to soone in this family?"

Hearing what he just said.

The room fell silent for a mont, everyone exchanging curious glances. Serenity’s grandmother squinted at him, her brows furrowing slightly. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

"No, think about it!" Serenity’s uncle insisted, his voice rising with excitent.

"The Godly Investor is young, right? We’ve all seen those clips online—he’s a young man! What if he’s interested in Serenity? Or maybe one of the other daughters in this family?"

Serenity, standing by the corner, froze. She couldn’t believe her uncle would think that far and wide, and she looked down, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

"Uncle, that’s ridiculous," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"Ridiculous?" he retorted, leaning forward. "Is it? Let’s not forget what that snake, Mr. Brown, was after! He wanted to take advantage of our family, especially Serenity. Maybe that’s why the Godly Investor got so angry and pull away from the deal. Now that he had stepped in and settled Mr. Brown himself. And now, the contract is back in our hands!"

Murmurs of agreent rippled through the family, so nodding thoughtfully, others shooting speculative glances toward Serenity. Her grandmother, however, remained quiet, her sharp gaze fixed on her son.

"You’re getting ahead of yourself," the older woman finally said, her voice cutting through the chatter. "The Godly Investor doesn’t seem like soone who’d act on personal whims. This might just be business."

"But what if it isn’t?" Serenity’s uncle pressed, undeterred.

"What if this is his way of protecting Serenity—or us? If that’s the case, we should show our gratitude. Maybe we should invite him to dinner."

"Enough," her grandmother snapped, silencing him with a single glare.

"This is a blessing, yes, but don’t make a fool of yourself by overthinking it. Focus on fixing our ss instead of spinning tales you know nothing about."

Serenity’s uncle backed down, muttering under his breath, while the rest of the family returned to their jubilant celebration.

Serenity, finding everything strange, snuck a glance at the door, wondering if Ethan had already left or if he’d sohow orchestrated this miraculous turnaround from behind the scenes.

However Serenity’s uncle’s words was still lingering in the air, planting seeds of curiosity and hope in everyone’s mind.

The idea seed plausible, even appealing. The possibility that the elusive Godly Investor might have a personal interest in their family gave them a new sense of purpose.

Serenity uncle couldn’t think of any other way that would make the Godly Investor change his mind, except that he just said.

"That makes sense," Serenity’s uncle said with a confident nod, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Why else would he return the contract after everything? It has to be personal. We should test this theory."

Grandma York, seated in her wheelchair, raised an eyebrow,

giving it a second thought, she could understand where her son was driving at.

"And what do you suggest, boy? Speak plainly."

At that mont Serenity’s uncle clasped his hands together as he leaned forward. "We should host a party! A grand event to show our gratitude to the Godly Investor. Let’s invite him and see if he attends. If he shows up, we’ll know he has an interest in soone here—or at least in our family."

Imdiately murmurs of agreent rippled through the room. Heads nodded, and even the skeptical mbers of the family seed to warm up to the idea. The hope of having a direct connection to the Godly Investor seed too good to pass up.

"Hmm," Grandma York mused, tapping her fingers on the armrest of her wheelchair.

"A party, you say? And when should this spectacle take place?"

Imdiately Serenity’s uncle’s eyes sparkled with an idea.

"Why not during your birthday, Grandma? It’s just a week away, and it would be the perfect opportunity. Everyone knows how much of a pillar you are to this family. If he values us, he’ll surely show up for you."

The room erupted in agreent, voices overlapping as they celebrated the idea.

"Yes, Grandma’s birthday!" soone exclaid.

"That would be the perfect ti!"

Grandma York leaned back, her gaze scanning the room. Her expression was one of contemplation, but there was a flicker of pride in her eyes.

"Fine," she finally said, her voice calm but firm.

"If this is what you all want, we’ll do it. But this isn’t just about a party—it’s about securing our future. If the Godly Investor cos, it ans there’s still hope for this family."

Cheers erupted in the room. Excitent coursed through the York family like a lifeline. For the first ti in days, their despair seed to lift, replaced by a sense of determination and anticipation.

Serenity, standing quietly in the corner, bit her lip, her unease growing. She glanced at her uncle, whose grin radiated confidence, and then at her grandmother, whose calculating gaze seed to weigh the stakes.

Deep down, Serenity wasn’t sure if this plan would succeed—or if it would backfire spectacularly.

**

Ethan ended the call and stared at his phone for a mont, lost in thought.

The weight of recent events pressed heavily on him. Should he return to his grandmother’s house for a brief mont of solace, or should he confront the loose ends that still lingered? His mind drifted to the man who had tried to kill him—the man he’d captured and left under heavy surveillance of his n.

Deciding that answers were more important than rest, Ethan headed to the gang’s hideout. The air around the secluded spot was heavy with tension, a mix of secrecy and danger that clung to the walls like shadows.

As he entered, several heads turned toward him, nodding in acknowledgnt of his presence. Ethan’s steps were calm but purposeful as he walked deeper into the hideout, where his captive was being kept.

The man, now fully awake and surprisingly cooperative, was in the middle of assisting with minor chores under the watchful eyes of several ard guards.

His gaze lifted as Ethan approached, and a flicker of unease passed through his eyes. Ethan’s calm yet piercing stare was more intimidating than any weapon.

Without wasting ti, Ethan stopped a few feet away from him. "I need answers," he said, his voice even but laced with authority.

"Tell everything you know about the Silver family."

The man froze for a mont, his hands gripping the edge of the bucket he was holding. His lips parted as though he wanted to speak, but hesitation held him back. Ethan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. "I’m not asking twice," he added, his tone sharper now.

The man nodded slowly, his shoulders sinking under the weight of the demand.

Knowing Ethan could have killed him in his house,but he decided to let him leave and even saved his life,when he decided to end it.

"What do you want to know?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.

Ethan crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "Everything," he said simply.