Godly Investor:A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 96

Upon hearing what the waiter just said Ethan stared at him in disbelief, his mind reeling from the shock of the declined paynt.

He had been so sure that the card Lady Madison had given him was more than sufficient to cover the cost of the entire al.

How could it possibly not be enough to pay for the al he has carefully selected?

"Excuse ."

he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Could you please tell the total amount of the bill?"

imdiately the waiter looked down at the silver tray, his expression turned grim.

"Three point eight million dollars, sir,"

he said, his words falling like lead weights in the sudden silence of the room as they all gaze at Ethan and the waiter.

At that mont Ethan felt the blood drain from his face, his heart pounding in his chest in anger.

Without wasting any more ti he snatched the nu from the table, his eyes scanning the prices with growing anger, and imdiately he did the calculations in his head and it wasn’t up to two million dollars, which was the available balance in the card.

"This can’t be right,"

he muttered, his hands shaking as he flipped through the pages.

"I didn’t order anything close to that amount, you can see for yourself."

Just then, the chief waiter stepped forward, his expression a mask of pretends concern.

He collected the nu from Ethan and glands through it.

After so ti he said,

"I’m afraid there has been a terrible mistake,"

he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity.

"It seems that the waiter gave you the wrong nu, sir. This is the real one, with the correct prices."

He handed Ethan a new nu he was carrying, the leather cover was gleaming in the soft light of the chandeliers.

Without wasting any more ti Ethan took it from the chief waiter and opened it, imdiately his eyes widening as he saw the true cost of the dishes he had ordered, it was almost three tis the Initial amount in the first nu that was even to him to buy the first waiter.

"Three point eight million dollars," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the anger that was pounding in his heart, he knew sothing was wrong from the get go.

"But that’s impossible. I didn’t order anything like that, they are not going to force to pay because of their mistakes."

Ethan said to himself and his face flushed with anger, his eyes flashing as he turned to the chief waiter. "This is unacceptable,"

he said, his voice rising with each word.

"I refuse to take responsibility for the mistakes of your staff. What does the restaurant have to say about this outrageous behavior?"

But before the chief waiter could respond to Ethan’s questions.

Damian and a group of his friends in the team stood up, their faces twisted with mockery outrage.

They held up the original nus, the ones that had been placed on the table at the beginning of the al.

"These match the prices on the nu the chief waiter just gave you."

Damian said, his voice dripping with false concern.

"It seems that the fault lies with the waiter, not with the restaurant itself."

He then turned to the helpless waiter, his eyes narrowing with calculated fury.

"How could you make such a careless mistake?"

he demanded, his voice rising. "You’ve put this young man in an impossible position, and you must be held accountable for your actions, next ti you will learn how to check properly before handing a nu to soone."

The waiter cowered under Damian’s glare, his face pale with fear. But Damian wasn’t finished.

"Of course, the waiter will be punished for his negligence,"

he said, his voice as smooth as silk. "But that doesn’t change the fact that you, Ethan, is responsible for the bill. You should have confird the prices before ordering. The bla lies with you as much as it does with the waiter so for that reason you’re going to pay the bills for your own negligence"

upon hearing what Damian just said, without being told Ethan could tell he has a hand in all of these. Ethan opened his mouth to protest, but before he could speak, Mike stood up, his face flushed with anger.

"How can you say this isn’t the restaurant’s fault, Damian?"

he demanded, his voice shaking with barely contained rage, he couldn’t believe what was coming out of Damien’s mouth.

"Because your family owns this place you want to take sides with them right?. The waiter may have made a mistake, but it’s the restaurant’s responsibility to ensure that such mistakes don’t happen in the first place."

He then turned to Ethan, his expression softening with sympathy.

"The waiter will take full bla for this ss."

he said, his voice firm and unwavering.

"And the restaurant will cover the cost of the al. You’ll only have to pay for what you ordered based on the original nu that was given to you from the beginning. It’s the least Ethan can do to make this right."

However the chief waiter was already shaking his head, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"I’m afraid that won’t be possible," he said, his voice as cold as ice.

"Mr. Ethan must pay the full amount. If he refuses, he will be arrested on the spot. The least the restaurant can do is punish both him and the waiter equally. They will work together to pay back the debt, no matter how long it takes."

upon hearing what the chief waiter just said the room erupted into chaos, the players and dia team started shouting over each other in an intense anger and confusion.

Mike tried to calm the situation, while Damien berated Ethan for his foolishness.

"You should have let us order our own als in the first place, we would have ordered from the real nu, but you refused, now you’re going to pay for your negligence" Damian sneered, his face twisted with malicious smile.

"Instead, you chose to play the big shot, and now look where it’s gotten you. You’ve ruined everything, you stupid little brat."

But just as the noise reached a fever pitch, Ethan cleared his throat.