Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 303

At that mont The boss leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the polished surface of the mahogany desk. His sharp eyes scanned the letter again, as though trying to glean so hidden aning from the words.

Then the silence was broken.

"The Godly Investor," he muttered under his breath, almost as though testing the weight of the na. His voice carried a mix of irritation and grudging respect. He turned his chair slightly, facing the burly man standing near the desk. The man was a mountain of muscle, his expression stoic but his eyes sharp, waiting for instructions.

"Do you know what this ans?" the boss asked, tapping the letter with his index finger.

However without waiting for a reply, he continued, his tone growing sharper.

"This man—this so-called Godly Investor—isn’t just a businessman. He’s currently ranked as the most famous person in the country right now. And his wealth?" The boss let out a humorless chuckle.

"It’s still unknown. Nobody knows the full extent of his fortune."

The muscular man remained silent, his hands clasped behind his back as he listened.

"With his companies alone," the boss went on, "he’s controlling assets worth over a trillion dollars in combined net worth. That kind of power makes him untouchable to most. But not to us." His voice hardened, his gaze turning cold. "He’s a problem—a massive pain in the ass. And now, he’s killed one of our mbers."

At that mont The room grew colder with the weight of his words, the air charged with tension.

Then the muscular man’s jaw tightened, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. He had heard of the Godly Investor before, as had most in the elite circles, but this was different. The stakes were higher now, and the man standing before him was not one to let grievances go unaddressed.

At that mont the boss stood, his movents deliberate as he picked up the letter and held it out to the burly man. His expression was steely, his voice low but commanding.

His cold eyes bore into the man as he gave his final instructions.

"Give it to the Crimson Red," he said, his tone cutting like a blade. "Let them handle it. I want the Godly Investor dead the next ti he makes an appearance. No mistakes, no excuses."

Upon hearing what his boss just said The burly man accepted the letter with a curt bow, his movents sharp and precise. "Understood," he said simply, turning on around and striding out of the room.

The door closed softly behind him, leaving the boss alone with his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smirk.

"Soon this will be the end of the Godly Investor."

He said to himself.

**

anwhile, Ethan stepped out of Lady Madison’s sprawling mansion, his expression calm but his mind buzzing with thoughts. He had just finished telling her about his plans to be away for a month for the school vacation, and the conversation hadn’t gone as smoothly as he’d hoped.

Lady Madison followed him to the grand staircase that led to the driveway, her hands clasped in front of her in a rare display of unease.

"Ethan," she began, her voice firm but with a hint of concern, "I don’t think this is a good idea. You should focus on your business. The first month of any new business venture is crucial. This is when you lay the foundation for success."

Hearing her grandmother words.

Ethan paused on the last step, turning to face her. His expression softened, but there was an edge of defiance in his tone.

"Grandma, I’ve already told you—I don’t need the wealth. You’re the one who pushed into this competition."

Lady Madison frowned, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

"Because I want to see you succeed, Ethan. This is more than just about wealth—it’s about legacy, about building sothing that will last beyond you."

At that mont Ethan exhaled, his gaze drifting montarily to the expansive gardens.

"Legacy or not," he said, "I’ve already signed the contract. That ans I can do whatever I want with it. And right now, I want to take this trip, it’s important."

Ethan stood frozen for a mont, processing Lady Madison’s face. She had a slight smirk on her face, her sharp eyes glinting with a mischievous satisfaction.

"The school plane has taken off," she repeated, her tone almost playful.

Upon hearing what Lady Madison just said.

Ethan’s jaw tightened. She planned this. He felt a mix of shock and exasperation. His grandmother had deliberately called him here to delay him, knowing full well he wouldn’t make it to the school’s departure in ti.

"Grandma," he said, feigning disappointnt, his voice carrying a tinge of reproach.

"You called here just to make late?"

Lady Madison didn’t even attempt to hide her amusent.

"Well," she said, shrugging elegantly, "you can’t bla an old woman for wanting her grandson to think a little more rationally before jetting off."

At that mont Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to look annoyed. "So now what? I miss the trip and Serenity thinks I bailed on her?"

Lady Madison tilted her head, her smile widening.

"Not necessarily," she said smoothly.

"I do have a private plane, you know. I might just let you use it—if you agree to one little condition."

Imdiately Ethan raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"What condition?" he asked, though he already had a sinking feeling it would involve so form of matchmaking.

At that mont her eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands together as if she had been waiting for this mont.

"When you co back from this trip, I want you to introduce a girl to . Soone serious. And by ’serious,’ I an soone who could potentially give great-grandchildren."

Ethan blinked, caught completely off guard. "You can’t be serious," he said, though he could tell by her expression that she absolutely was.

Lady Madison leaned forward, her voice teasing but firm.

"Oh, I am very serious. You’re not getting any younger, Ethan. It’s ti you started thinking about settling down. A legacy isn’t just about business, you know."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Grandma, this isn’t exactly sothing you can rush."

She waved her hand dismissively. "I’m not asking for a wedding tomorrow. Just bring soone ho so I know you’re at least thinking about the future."

Ethan thought about Serenity and how disappointed she would be if he missed the trip. He knew how much it ant to her, and he wasn’t about to let her down.

"Fine," he said reluctantly, holding up a hand in surrender. "I promise. When I get back, I’ll introduce soone to you."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Lady Madison’s face lit up with triumph. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a rare display of affection.

"That’s my grandson," she said warmly. "At least now I can look forward to great-grandchildren within the next ten months."

However Ethan stood there, montarily stunned by his grandmother’s words. Great-grandkids? he thought incredulously. All I agreed to was introducing her to soone, not planning a family tree.

He opened his mouth to protest, ready to remind Lady Madison that this wasn’t part of their deal, but before he could get a word out, she waved a dismissive hand and motioned toward the car that had just pulled up.

Her movents were swift, almost as if she anticipated his hesitation and was determined to outpace it.

"Off you go, Ethan," she said cheerfully, her tone leaving no room for argunt.

"I’ll see you in a month. Don’t forget our little arrangent."

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair again.

"Grandma, this wasn’t—"

"Enough dilly-dallying!" she interrupted, gently nudging him toward the taxi.

"You don’t want to keep your friends waiting, do you?"

Realizing he wouldn’t win this battle, Ethan reluctantly climbed into the car. As the car pulled away from the grand estate, he caught one last glimpse of Lady Madison standing on the steps, a satisfied smile on her face as she waved him off.

She always gets her way, he thought, shaking his head.

The car ride to the airport was quiet, giving Ethan ti to reflect. "Why did I even agree to this?" he wondered.

" It’s not like she’s going to forget. And now she’s expecting to deliver." His thoughts shifted briefly to Serenity.

"Maybe I can convince her to play along for a while... No, that would complicate things."

By the ti the taxi pulled into the airport hanger, Ethan had resigned himself to dealing with Lady Madison’s demands later. Right now, his focus was on the trip.

He stepped out of the car and was greeted by a flight attendant who escorted him toward the sleek, private jet waiting for him. The tallic glint of the aircraft under the sun was a stark reminder of his grandmother’s influence and power.

The flight was smooth and uneventful, because he was alone, giving Ethan ti to strategize. Berry Rose County, he thought, leaning back in his seat. It was a na he had heard in passing, known for its exclusive resorts and elite gatherings.

This isn’t just a vacation. This is an opportunity.

As the plane descended, Ethan gazed out the window at the sprawling cityscape below.

The county’s blend of modern luxury and historic charm was evident even from the air. The jet landed gracefully on the private runway, and as he disembarked.