Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 290

The mont the sleek black card ca into view, the atmosphere shifted. The other security guards’ eyes widened, their confidence visibly crumbling.

At that mont One of them stamred, "This card... it’s..." but he couldn’t finish his sentence, the weight of realization robbing him of words.

Imdiately The senior guard quickly recovered, though his tone was far more respectful now.

"This card is only issued to the top fifty invitees," he muttered, almost to himself.

At that mont his gaze darted back to Ethan, disbelief etched across his face.

"But there were only supposed to be fifty invitations, no exceptions."

The murmurs began imdiately. Seeing what was going on Several attendees who had already passed through the checkpoint turned back, curious about the commotion. Whispers rippled through the crowd as more eyes fell on Ethan.

"I heard the organizers made an exception for one person," soone whispered.

"Yes, but it was supposed to be for soone groundbreaking. A legend in their field," another replied, their tone tinged with confusion.

"Who is he?" a third person asked, glancing at Ethan with narrowed eyes. "A kid like him? He doesn’t even look like he belongs here."

However Ethan remained silent, his expression impassive as the murmurs grew louder.

He could feel their stares, their skepticism cutting through the air like knives. To them, he wasn’t the enigmatic figure they had envisioned when they heard about the exception. He wasn’t an older tycoon, a veteran in the business world, or even a recognizable na. He was just... a young man. To their eyes, a nobody.

At that mont Robert Wesley, who had been watching the entire scene unfold, couldn’t hide his amusent.

He smirked, his voice dripping with mockery as he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

"So, this is the grand exception? The one person the organizers deed worthy of bending the rules for? A kid?"

Upon hearing what he just said.

The laughter that followed was low and scattered, but it was enough to draw more attention to Ethan. Imdiately Wesley crossed his arms, his smug expression daring Ethan to respond.

"I have to admit, I’m curious now. What exactly did you do to get that card? A favor? maybe a fluke?"

Ethan’s eyes flicked toward Wesley briefly, his gaze calm and asured. He didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he turned back to the senior guard, his voice steady. "Are we done here?"

The guard, clearly shaken by the realization of Ethan’s importance, straightened imdiately.

"Yes, sir. Please, proceed."

Without wasting anymore ti.

Ethan nodded once and stepped past the checkpoint, the murmurs still following him like shadows. He could feel their disbelief, their doubt, but he didn’t care. Let them wonder. Let them question. What mattered was that he was here, and his presence alone was already unsettling the so-called titans of the event.

Ethan was finally allowed inside, but as he stepped through the grand doors of the auction hall, a wave of hesitation washed over him. The grandeur of the room, with its crystal chandeliers and polished floors, was enough to make anyone feel out of place. ’Should I even be here?’ he wondered, his thoughts conflicted.

At that mont he glanced around, the sight of impeccably dressed individuals mingling and chatting reinforcing his doubts.

Without being told he could tell this wasn’t just an auction—it was a stage for the elite to flaunt their wealth, exchange contacts, and secure deals behind the scenes. The auction itself was almost secondary.

Do I really need to go through with this? Ethan thought. But then his mind went back to Serenity’s grandmother. He wasn’t here as the Godly Investor.

He wasn’t here to make a statent. He was here to find sothing aningful, sothing tangible to give to Serenity’s grandmother for her birthday. With that thought, his resolve hardened. I’ll do it for her, he decided.

Without wasting anymore ti. Ethan made his way to the registration desk. "Na?" the attendant asked, her tone polite but brisk, her fingers poised over a tablet.

"Ethan," he replied simply, handing over his black invitation card.

Imdiately the woman scanned it, and her eyebrows shot up slightly. "You’re late," she said, her tone shifting slightly, as if she were scolding him.

"There’s a penalty fee for late arrivals."

At that mont Ethan raised a brow but remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Without wasting anymore ti She tapped a few buttons on the screen and glanced up at him.

"The fee is five tis the regular entry price, sir. That cos to one million dollars."

At that mont a soft murmur rippled through the nearby crowd as they overheard. Ethan caught a few sideways glances—so curious, others incredulous. A million dollars just to get in late?

However without hesitation, Ethan pulled out his card and handed it to the attendant.

"Go ahead," he said calmly, his voice betraying none of the irritation he felt.

The transaction was swift, and the attendant handed him a receipt along with a small, elegant pin to denote his status as a participant. "You’re seated at the front, sir," she said, gesturing toward the main hall.

Ethan entered, his steps purposeful despite the lingering tension. The hall was filled with the hum of conversations, laughter, and the occasional clinking of glasses. Gentlen in tailored suits leaned toward one another, exchanging business cards and whispers about deals far more significant than the items being auctioned.

At that mont It was clear that for many of them, the auction itself was rely a backdrop for networking.

Ethan made his way to his assigned seat at the front, drawing a few more curious stares as he passed.

They couldn’t understand what a kid was doing in such a place.

His presence was unusual, and people were trying to place him—was he a rising star in business? A hidden heir? Or just a young man in over his head?

As he sat down, Ethan’s thoughts remained focused.

’This isn’t about them,’he reminded himself.

’I’m here for one reason—to find sothing aningful for Serenity’s grandmother.’

Not long after the auctioneer stepped onto the stage, signaling the start of the event, but Ethan’s mind was already racing ahead, wondering what would co up and whether he could secure the perfect gift.