Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 307

With that, the man swiped his card, and just like that, two million dollars were spent without a second thought. The cashier processed the paynt with steady hands, though her eyes betrayed her astonishnt. The murmurs around the store grew louder—so envious, so admiring, and others simply stunned by the sheer display of wealth.

After the transaction was complete, the man turned to Ethan and Serenity with a smug grin. "Money rules," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

"There’s nothing in this world that money can’t buy."

Ethan said nothing, his face unreadable, but Serenity folded her arms, unimpressed.

At that mont the man then turned toward the display of special suits—the ones without price tags. He gestured toward a particular suit at the center, the one that stood slightly elevated among the others, its presence commanding attention.

"That one, though," he said, his tone shifting into sothing more serious.

"That’s the only thing money alone can’t buy."

Imdiately Serenity followed his gaze, curiosity filling her eyes.

"Why?" she asked.

Then the man exhaled as if recalling an old tale.

"That suit belonged to a musician—a legend. He wore it on the night he perford a song that changed the course of a war.

His lody was so powerful that it united people, ended bloodshed, and beca a symbol of peace."

At that mont Serenity’s eyes widened slightly, while Ethan simply observed in silence.

The cashier, who had been listening, nodded in agreent. "Yes, it’s true," she added.

"That suit isn’t just an outfit—it’s a symbol. A part of history."

The man smirked.

"Soone even tried to buy it for ten million dollars once," he continued, shaking his head.

"But the owner refused. Said it wasn’t about the money."

Upon hearing what the man just said.

Serenity blinked, glancing at Ethan to see his reaction, but his face remained impassive. He wasn’t impressed by the story, nor by the arrogance of the man who had just spent millions on a suit. Instead, he seed deep in thought, as if sothing about the whole situation amused him.

The store remained silent for a mont, everyone absorbing the weight of the conversation, until the man let out a chuckle.

"Still," he said, "everything else? Just a matter of the right price."

With that, he adjusted his cuffs, picked up his new suit.

After making his bold statent, the man strolled out of the store, leaving behind an air of arrogance and a lingering sense of power. Serenity, however, remained captivated by the suits that had no price tags. She traced her fingers over the fabric of one of them, her eyes reflecting admiration.

"They’re beautiful," she murmured.

Then Ethan glanced at her.

"You want one?"

Imdiately Serenity chuckled and shook her head.

"I’d rather spend my money on sothing that actually makes sense." She paused, then smirked. "Besides, I doubt they’d even let buy one even if I have the money."

Ethan shrugged.

"Money rules, rember?" He repeated the other man’s words with a hint of amusent.

At that mont She rolled her eyes but smiled as they exited the store. The two of them got back into Serenity’s rented car, the streets now glowing with the warm colors of the setting sun. Serenity dropped Ethan off at the hotel before heading to her own room.

Once inside his suite, Ethan placed the shopping bag down and loosened his tie.

He wasn’t the type to enjoy flashy clothing, but now that he had access to more wealth than he knew what to do with, the temptation to spend was creeping in.

At that mont He leaned against the edge of the bed, his fingers idly scrolling through his phone. His mind wandered for a mont before he made a decision. Without overthinking it, he dialed a number.

The call was answered almost imdiately.

"Mr. Winston," a professional voice greeted him.

"I need a watch," Ethan said simply.

There was a slight pause, then the voice on the other end spoke again. "What kind of watch are you looking for, sir?"

"The best one you have."

Another pause.

"We have a rare piece—custom-designed, encrusted with diamonds, one of only three in the world. It’s priced at ten million dollars."

Ethan didn’t hesitate.

"Bring it in."

Ethan completed the paynt with ease, and just as promised, the watch was delivered exactly an hour later.

The delivery was smooth—no unnecessary delays, no questions asked.

He unboxed it and held the tipiece in his hands, its diamonds catching the soft glow of the hotel lights.

It was extravagant, sothing he would have never considered wearing in the past, but tonight, he felt like indulging.

However the only downside? He was now thirty minutes late for the ceremony.

anwhile, at the venue, Serenity sat alone at the elegantly decorated table she had reserved for Ethan. Her fingers idly traced the rim of her glass, her eyes drifting toward the entrance every now and then, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But Ethan still hadn’t shown up.

The hall was buzzing with energy—music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The dance floor was already crowded, the air filled with the scent of expensive colognes and perfus.

Many of the big shots had arrived with dates—most of whom were strangers they had likely t in the city just hours ago.

They flaunted their charm, whispering sweet nothings and spinning their partners in elegant movents across the floor.

Others had found entertainnt in each other, forming small groups where they exchanged jokes and sipped on high-end cocktails, laughing over exaggerated stories. So were already pairing off, drawn into the exclusivity of the mont, while others were still scanning the room, choosing their targets for the night.

Serenity sat there, her fingers gently tapping against the stem of her wine glass, lost in thought. The swirling music, the laughter, and the chatter of the room faded into a dull hum around her.

She had saved that seat for Ethan, but with each passing minute, her confidence in him showing up was beginning to wane.

Just then, soone slid into the chair beside her. She turned her head slightly, recognizing him instantly. It was one of the guys from their group—Archer Carter, son of a prominent family with a reputation for arrogance masked as charm.

He wore a confident smirk, his tuxedo tailored to perfection, exuding wealth that many envied.

"You’re still waiting for him?" Archer asked, swirling the drink in his glass before taking a slow sip. "Serenity, co on. You had to know he wasn’t going to show."

Imdiately Serenity arched a brow.

"And why wouldn’t he?" Her tone was cool, but there was a sharpness in her gaze that dared him to continue.

Archer chuckled as if she had said sothing amusing. "Do I really have to spell it out for you?" He leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes roam the grand ballroom before returning to her. "Look around, Serenity. Everyone here is dressed in suits and gowns worth more than a hundred grand. This isn’t a place for commoners. Ethan wouldn’t co because he wouldn’t want to embarrass himself."

Serenity’s jaw clenched slightly, but she held back her irritation.

"Ethan isn’t the type to feel intimidated."

Archer smirked.

"Oh, really? Then where is he?" He gestured toward the dance floor, where the elite twirled and whispered in low, intimate voices. "He knows his place, Serenity. That’s why he didn’t co."

At that mont Serenity set her glass down with a quiet but firm clink.

"Ethan bought a suit worth a hundred thousand dollars today," she said calmly

"So if you think he wouldn’t co because of intimidation, you’re wrong."

Archer leaned forward slightly, his voice dripping with amusent. "Serenity, let’s be real here," he said.

"I bet you were the one who bought that suit for him. And now, Ethan’s probably off sowhere selling it for cash."

Serenity’s eyes narrowed.

"You don’t know him."

Archer chuckled.

"Oh, I’ve seen it happen before. Plenty of tis. I’ve given money, clothes, and watches to people who couldn’t afford them, and do you know what they did? Sold them the next day. It’s survival instinct for commoners." He swirled the drink in his glass lazily.

"You can’t bla them. That suit is probably worth more than what Ethan has ever had in his entire life."

At that mont Serenity clenched her jaw.

"Ethan isn’t like that."

Archer smirked, tilting his head slightly as if humoring her.

"If you say so. But I wouldn’t be surprised if you never see that suit again." He lifted his glass toward her in a mock toast.

"Consider it a gift that’s already gone."

Just as Serenity opened her mouth to retort, the grand doors to the ballroom swung open, and the subtle murmur of conversations stilled. Heads instinctively turned toward the entrance.

Ethan had arrived.

The room reacted imdiately—not with awe, but with sothing closer to irritation. He was wearing the very suit Serenity had bought, the one they had doubted he’d ever put on. The black tuxedo fit him perfectly, emphasizing his sharp features and effortless confidence. He didn’t slouch, didn’t hesitate—he walked in like he belonged there, like the wealth draped on his body was second nature.

But the reactions from the others weren’t admiration. They weren’t impressed.

They were angry.

Angry that soone like Ethan, soone they had already dismissed as beneath them, could wear sothing this expensive and look just as good—if not better—than they did. Angry that his presence challenged the silent hierarchy they had always upheld. Angry because, sohow, Ethan refused to fit into the mold they had set for him.