Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 130

Upon hearing what the man just said.

Ethan stood up and walked towards the man, his eyes eting the man's gaze with a steady confidence.

"Since you said you don't recognize , then I will introduce myself, I'm Ethan Winston,"

he said, his voice clear and unwavering.

"We t at the house you bought at the estate, and I also got mine that sa day, rember? You promised to do the interior design of my new house, If I'm able to pay, which I did."

Ethan brought out his phone and showed the man the picture of the card he gave him.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said and his card on Ethan's phone.

The man's eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open as he struggled to find the right words. "Ethan Winston?"

he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. He took a step back, his brow furrowing as he tried to recall the encounter he had seriously tried to forget.

"I... I thought you were here for business. I didn't realize..."

His words trailed off, his mind racing with the implications of Ethan's presence.

Imdiately Ethan's expression hardened; he knows the man was just trying to pretend not to rember him, his brow furrowing as he recalled the agreent they had made, and without being told he could tell the man can't run away from it.

"I'm not here for any business, I ca here to inform you about the cost of the interior design services and according to what I want it's going to cost you 3 million dollars,"

he said, his tone firm and unyielding.

He then crossed his arms over his chest, his posture exuding an air of authority.

"Rember you promised to pay for the interior design, did you not?"

His eyes narrowed, with a hint of accusation in his gaze.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said The man's face paled, his hands started trembling slightly as he processed Ethan's words.

"3 million dollars?"

he sputtered, his voice rising in pitch. He shook his head vehently, imdiately his palms growing sweaty with nervousness. "I... I don't have that kind of money. I thought we were just discussing ideas and I said I was going to give you the idea for free, not finalizing the cost."

He looked around the room, as if searching for an escape route.

Seeing the man's nervousness and his trick to escape, Ethan's lips curved into a humorless smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of malice.

"I've already done my calculations and checked the prices of what I like,"

he said, his voice cold and calculated. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone again and tapping on the screen.

"Before I even stepped into your office, I knew exactly what I wanted and how much it would cost."

He turned the phone around, showing the man a detailed breakdown of the expenses.

"And mind you, you said you will cover the interior design of my house, that was what you said, I know you rember but you're just trying to pretend."

At that mont the man's anger flared, his face turning a deep shade of red as he puffed out his chest in indignation.

"How dare you try to force stuff on , Do you know who I am?"

He demanded, his voice booming with self-importance. He jabbed a finger towards Ethan, his eyes blazing with fury.

"I am a respected designer in this city. I won't be bullied by so kid who thinks he can throw his money around and bully others."

His nostrils flared, his breathing heavy with rage.

Ethan's smile only grew wider, with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"If you want to play that ga with , then you better prepare your lawyer,"

he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

At that mont Ethan took his seat and leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed and full of confidence.

"As for , I have the most respected law firm in the city defending . Goldstein, Lucas, and Associates."

The na rolled out of Ethan tongue with a sense of power.

He knows that was the best lawyer in the City and it has been 12 years now they haven't lost a case.

The man's face blanched at the re ntion of the law firm's na, his eyes widening in fear. He stumbled back, his hands gripping the edge of the desk for support. "Goldstein, Lucas, and Associates?" he whispered to himself, his voice trembling with fear.

"They're... they're the best in the business. They've never lost a case."

Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek business card, tossing it onto the table with a flick of his wrist.

"From now on, you'll be dealing with these people,"

He said, his voice filled with a quiet nace. He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto the man with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

"I suggest you choose your next words very carefully now."

At that mont the man's deanor changed in an instant, his anger lting away into desperation and panic.

He knows he can't just fold his hands and do nothing, he knows he clearly said he would do the interior design of the house, but he doesn't have such money now.

"Please, Mr. Winston,"

he begged, his voice trembling with emotion. He clasped his hands together, his knuckles started turning white with the force of his grip.

"I have a family, kids, grandparents who depend on . I've struggled for years to get to this position. I can't lose everything now."

At that mont tears started forming up in his eyes, his breathing ragged.

Hearing the man's words and his pleading, he could tell he wasn't lying, at that mont his Ethan's expression started softening slightly, but his eyes remained hard and unyielding.

"You should have thought about that before you tried to belittle others and start saying things that you're not."

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he said, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.

He then stood up, his tall fra looming over the man.

"I'll tell you what, just because I can tell you're not lying I'll handle the cost of the interior design myself, but you'll work with your team to fix everything and do all the manual labor. You'll clean the house from top to bottom until it shines like a diamond."

Ethan leaned forward, his eyes boring into the man's with a fierce intensity.

"Do we have an agreent?"