Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 271

Ethan stared at the glowing screen of his phone, his thumb hovering over the keypad. The York family’s invitation left him conflicted. On one hand, he had no interest in indulging their constant scheming, but on the other, there was Grandma York and Serenity.

Her commanding presence from the other night replayed in his mind—the way she silenced her family with just a few words, the unwavering authority she wielded even from a wheelchair. If anyone in that house deserved respect, it was her.

Still, Ethan couldn’t ignore the complications that ca with attending such an event as the Godly Investor.

The York family might see it as a sign of forgiveness or even an opportunity to manipulate the situation further.

At that mont he let out a sigh, running a hand through his neatly combed hair.

Grandma York had personally invited him, and despite everything, she had extended that invitation with sincerity. That alone made it difficult to flat-out refuse.

He picked up his phone again, typing out a quick ssage to Naomi. [Put the York invitation on standby for now. I’ll make a decision as the date approaches.]

After hitting send, Ethan set the phone down and leaned back in his chair.

He still had the Silver family to deal with first, and that confrontation would demand his full attention. Whether he chose to face the York family later would depend entirely on how things unfolded in the coming days.

Not long after Ethan drove toward the Silver family mansion, the weight of the situation resting heavily on his shoulders.

The massive gates lood ahead.

He pulled his car to a stop, stepped out, and strode toward the entrance without hesitation, his sharp suit immaculate, his face calm under the mask, and unreadable.

The guards eyed him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

"Do you have an appointnt?" one of them asked, blocking his path.

However Ethan didn’t break his stride as he replied, "Tell the old master I’m here. He’ll know why."

His voice carried a quiet authority that made the guard falter. Within monts, the doors opened, and Ethan was escorted inside.

The mansion was as opulent as he expected.

The old master of the Silver family awaited him in the vast living room, seated in a high-backed chair that made him look like a king on his throne.

Ethan’s entrance was quiet but commanding. He walked in without security, without an entourage, and without any visible protection.

This alone caused murmurs among the family mbers and associates gathered in the room.

At that mont the old master narrowed his eyes, gesturing for Ethan to take a seat.

"You ca alone?" the old master asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "No security? No backup? You must be incredibly confident."

Hearing what the man just said.

Ethan didn’t sit. Instead, he stood tall, his gaze steady. "I don’t need anyone to hide behind," he said simply. "A real man doesn’t rely on others to fight his battles."

Imdiately the room went silent, the weight of his words pressing down on everyone present. The old master studied him for a long mont before letting out a low chuckle.

"Interesting," he said, a glimr of respect flashing in his eyes.

"Let’s see how long your bravado lasts."

Just then, an aide entered the room carrying a sleek leather briefcase. The aide placed it on the table between them and opened it, revealing a thick stack of papers. "The contract," the aide announced, stepping back.

At that mont Ethan’s gaze dropped to the docunt, his expression unreadable. The number on the top page was staggering—over 1.5 billion dollars.

Seeing the amount that was involved in the contract that was just handed to him.

Ethan sat calmly at the long polished table, his sharp eyes moving swiftly over the details of the contract.

Without being told he could tell each clause was reviewed thoroughly, his expression giving away nothing. Once satisfied, he reached for the pen and signed the docunt with precision. Setting it aside, he casually pulled out his phone and began typing as though sending a ssage. "I’ll inform Naomi to transfer the funds," he said without looking up.

In truth, he used his system bank to complete the transaction instantly, his actions smooth and discreet.

At that mont The old master of the Silver family, a man with decades of experience, leaned back in his chair, observing Ethan closely.

For so reason he doesn’t understand what he was going on and why the Godly Investor would co to his house without any security, could it be he was playing mind gas with them or he has a cara inside himself, however knowing he can’t just over step since he doesn’t know what Ethan was planning, he decided to stay calm.

"These things usually take ti, such an amount of money might take hours for it to be processed." the old master said, his voice calm but curious. "Why don’t we take a walk outside and talk while we wait for everything to process?"

However Before Ethan could respond, the old master’s phone buzzed loudly.

He glanced at the screen, his brows lifting in surprise. A subtle smile tugged at his lips as he looked back at Ethan.

"Impressive. I just received confirmation. That was quick."

At that mont the old master knew sothing was definitely up, the manner in which the money was sent and quick, it proves theirs sothing missing and their aren’t seriously looking for it yet.

However Ethan maintained his composed deanor.

"I prefer efficiency," he replied smoothly.

"It’s important to that things are done fast and with as little hassle as possible."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The old master’s curiosity deepened.

"You must have so powerful connections to pull off sothing like this so quickly. Care to share?"

At that mont Ethan allowed a faint smile to appear, keeping his tone asured.

"I like to keep my thods private," he said. "Let’s just say I handle things my way and fast."