Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 110

Upon hearing that Ethan just said. Naomi's eyebrows shot up so high they practically disappeared into her hairline.

She stared at him, her mouth hanging open in a perfect look of disbelief.

"Hold up."

She said, holding up a hand like a traffic cop.

"You want to be your what now? Your mouth? What does that even an?"

Her voice was filled with a mix of confusion she couldn't help but continued.

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

Ethan at that mont sighed, running a hand through his hair again.

"Look, Naomi,"

He said, his voice low but calm.

"I'm not ready for the business world to know who I am. Not yet. So I need you to do the talking for . To be my voice, my face. so you will be my mouth when the ti is over."

He looked at her, his eyes pleading behind the mask.

"I know it's a lot to ask. But I trust you, Naomi. You're the only one who can do this for , and I wouldn't have to think of anything going wrong."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said Naomi stared at him for a long mont, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nodded.

"Alright, fine."

She said, her voice grudging.

"I'll be your mouth. But you owe big ti for this."

Ethan let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Thank you, Naomi."

he said, his voice warm with gratitude.

"I won't forget this, for always looking out for , and wanting to help."

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Naomi just nodded.

With that, they stepped out of the taxi and into the lion's den.

The mont they set foot on the red carpet, Ethan could feel the eyes on them.

Hundreds of eyes, all widening in shock and disdain as they took in the sight of Naomi and her masked companion arriving in a yellow taxi.

At that mont Whispers rippled through the crowd, growing louder with each passing second.

"Who the hell are they?"

"How did they even get an invite?Is this so kind of joke?"

Ethan however could hear the whispers, he felt his cheeks burn beneath the mask, but he held his head high.

Naomi looked as cool and collected as ever, her stride confident and her chin lifted.

They had barely made it three steps before a wall of security guards descended on them, their faces stern and their arms crossed.

"Invitation!"

One of them barked, holding out a aty hand.

Naomi just smiled sweetly, reaching into her clutch and producing a gilded card.

"Of course,"

she said.

"We're guests of Mr. Steve Benjamin. The forr owner of the Worthington Estate?"

The guard squinted at the card, then at Naomi, then at Ethan. His brow furrowed, and his lips twisting into a frown.

"Wait here,"

he grunted, stalking off to make a call.

Ethan then shifted from foot to foot.

He could hear the murmurs growing louder, and he could feel the stares boring into them even them, and for the fact they ca with a taxi made the situation even more awkward.

But then, like a miracle, Steve Benjamin himself appeared, striding towards them with a smile on his face.

"Naomi!"

he called out, his voice booming across the lobby.

"So glad you could make it!"

He clasped Naomi's hand in both of his, shaking it warmly. Then he turned to Ethan, his eyebrows raising with questions, he was surprised to see Naomi arrived with a taxi and he was expecting to see Ethan but the man standing in front of him looked taller, and his body Structure was showing perfectly well unlike Ethan.

"And who's your friend here?"

he asked, his tone curious.

Naomi smiled, linking her arm through Ethan's.

"This is my godfather"

she said, her voice smooth as silk. "My godfather of investnts, to be precise. He's here to strike a deal with so of the big players in the room."

Upon hearing what Naomi just said Steve's eyebrows nearly hit his hairline, without being told he could tell the person standing in front of him must be the person that bought the estate, and he ca by himself.

Without any hesitation Steve introduced himself to Ethan.

"I'm Steve Benjamin, the forr owner of the estate you bought."

He then stretched his hand forward for a handshake.

And Ethan responded with a deeper voice.

"Naomi told so of the highly rated business n and won would be here, people who run the city business."

He stopped for So seconds before continuing.

"And I'm here to strike a deal with all of them."

Steve nodded to Ethan's words.

"A deal,like what!"

Ethan said.

"Like buying all their companies."

Steve stared at him for a mont, then threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh, that's a good one!"

he chortled, almost slapping Ethan on the back, but before impart he hold himself back.

"You're a funny man."

Ethan however didn't say anything.

And without wasting anymore more Steve gestured for them to follow him, leading them towards a cluster of impeccably dressed n and won.

"Co on, let introduce you to so of the heavy hitters."

As they approached, Ethan could feel the weight of the group's stares, he could see the disdain and dismissal in their eyes.

They looked at him and Naomi like they were sothing unpleasant stuck to the bottom of their shoe.

"Ladies and gentlen,"

Steve said, his voice ringing out. "I'd like you to et my special guests for the evening. This is Naomi. And this is her godfather."

At that mont they all look at Ethan with disgusting eyes.

Steve then went around the circle, introducing each mber in turn.

"This is Mr. Jones, CEO of the number one private transportation company in the city."

he nodded, with a tight smile. But no hand extended.

"Ms. Nguyen, head of the second largest dia conglorate in the city."

she raised her eyebrow, and her arms crossed.

"Mr. Russo, the brain behind the fourth biggest entertainnt empire in the nation."

He also shared a look of disdain.

"And last but not least, Mr. Nakamura, the mastermind behind the fifth most successful car company in the country, and a top fifty worldwide."

None of them even move a muscle to shake Ethan, because they feel they were all bigger than him.

Ethan felt his stomach twist, his palms growing damp beneath the mask. These people are titans, giants in their fields.

And without being told he would tell them they were looking at him like he was nothing more than an ant to them.

But then Steve cleared his throat, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Oh, and one more thing,"

he said, his voice dripping with mischief as he pointed at Ethan.

"here? He's the one who bought my estate. For 3.7 billion dollars. In cash."

upon hearing what Ethan just said the silence that followed was so complete, one could have heard a pin drop. Every eye in the circle was suddenly fixed on Ethan, wide and disbelieving.

"3.7 billion?"

Mr. Jones repeated, his voice low.

"In cash?"