Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 164

In his penthouse, Ethan spread Naomi's docunts across his desk, his enhanced intelligence absorbing every detail. His fingers traced patterns in the financial reports that made his eyes narrow with recognition when spotting sothing off.

"The rot goes deeper,"

he muttered, body tensing as each file revealed darker secrets - money laundering through production budgets, talented actors being blacklisted, writers threatened into silence.

His enhanced vision caught details others would miss: smudged signatures on forced contracts, tistamps on security footage showing late-night "etings" with terrified creatives, bank transfers that vanished into shadow accounts.

"Ti to see it firsthand,"

he murmured, reaching for his phone. His fingers moved swiftly across the screen as he composed the ssage to Naomi.

The entertainnt company received notice: the Godly Investor's personal supervisor would be conducting an inspection today.

Ethan stood before his mirror, watching his features shift subtly - a slight change in posture, a different glint in his eyes. The perfect corporate overseer persona taking shape. His fingers smoothed his tie with practiced precision.

"They'll see what I want them to see"

he thought, selecting one of his alternate identities.

"Just another suit coming to evaluate their operation" His lips curved into a slight smile as he adjusted his cufflinks.

"Let them scramble to hide their secrets while I watch"

The bracelet humd against his wrist, eager for the coming performance, while his enhanced senses thrumd with anticipation of the hunt.

"Naomi would have handle this perfectly"

Ethan thought, watching his reflection adjust its tie. His enhanced vision caught every micro-expression as he practiced his corporate.

She'd shown her brilliance restructuring his other acquisitions, but her schedule was packed - etings with big players of others of his company, consolidating their growing empire, building their hidden network.

"Besides,"

he murmured to his reflection, shoulders straightening imperceptibly.

"This needs my personal touch and I'm not going to leave any stone untouched. "

His fingers moved through the air with practiced grace, opening his status window. The numbers glowed in his enhanced vision, each digit carrying the weight of potential power.

[Current Assets: 150 Billion]

[Required for Next Evolution: 200 Billion]

[Remaining Goal: 50 Billion]

The power thrumming through his veins intensified at the sight of those numbers.

without being told he could tell his next evolution who transford him into sothing further beyond human limitation.

His fingers traced the glowing figures, rembering how it felt when his strength, speed, and intelligence multiplied tenfold.

"Just fifty billion more."

He said to himself, his enhanced mind racing through calculations and possibilities. His eyes glead with predatory anticipation in the mirror. The entertainnt industry cleanup might not generate that level of profit imdiately, but like a master chess player, he could see how this move would position him for sothing far more lucrative.

His enhanced intelligence processed countless scenarios simultaneously, mapping paths to that final evolution threshold, each possibility branching into new opportunities.

At that mont Status windows faded as Ethan's thoughts drifted to tomorrow's schedule.

His fingers loosened his tie with practiced grace, each movent precise despite his growing weariness. School activities would demand his attention first - a mask of normalcy before he dove into the entertainnt industry's darkness.

His enhanced mind, despite its power, wandered to softer thoughts.

At that mont Serenity's face appeared in his mory, their last conversation replaying with perfect clarity.

The way her hands had trembled slightly when speaking of her aunt, the worry lines around her eyes that she tried to hide.

"I should check on her,"

he murmured to the empty penthouse, his voice carrying unexpected gentleness. His reflection in the window showed a brief flicker of concern crossing his usually controlled features.

Moving through his penthouse, his bare feet silent on the marble floors, the lights twinkled below like fallen stars. Such simple concerns - school, friends, family - seed almost quaint now.

"Tomorrow brings another performance"

he thought, shoulders relaxing as he settled into his bed.

"Student by day, corporate inquisitor by afternoon"

A slight smile played at his lips at the duality of his existence.

" I have made many mistakes in the past, but now I'm better and I will make the right decision and be a better person from now on."

He said with a calm face.

" I need to deliver justice to the entertainnt company first then I would move to the rest, one by one all of the bad eggs would be destroyed."

Ethan said to himself with a determined face as he walked into the room to take a nap.

**

In the Silver family's mansion,

Old Master Silver decided to give his instruction to the shadow elite himself.

The assassin stood like a shadow given form. His black clothes seed to absorb the light, making even his movents appear liquid and dangerous. Not a single expression crossed his perfectly controlled face.

"One week, maximum,"

he said, his voice carrying the cold precision of a blade. Each word asured, calculated.

"Anyone who could eliminate Raymond and Giovanni deserves... careful consideration."

His eyes, dark as obsidian, analyzed potential scenarios. Your next journey awaits at empire

At that mont Old Master Silver's fingers tightened on his jade-headed cane until his knuckles whitened.

"Too long,"

he growled, aged face contorting with impatience.

Noah, face still bearing marks of his ordeal - bruised cheeks, split lip, hollow eyes - suddenly lurched forward from his corner. His designer clothes hung loose on his fra, evidence of his warehouse imprisonnt still visible in his gaunt appearance.

"You don't need five days,"

his voice trembled with barely contained rage, hands shaking as he gestured.

"I know his schedule, his habits." His eyes glead with fevered intensity, darting around the room like a cornered animal.

"I can deliver him to you tomorrow."

The assassin's head tilted slightly, a barely perceptible movent that sohow carried deadly interest. Even his slight shift in posture made the air feel colder.

Master Silver watched his son's transformation from victim to hunter with grim satisfaction, noting how trauma had stripped away his heir's pampered facade, leaving sothing harder, darker.

At that mont Noah's trembling fingers traced the bruises on his wrists, mories of rope burns fueling his hatred. Each touch seed to stoke his rage higher. "Tomorrow,"

he repeated, voice dropping to a whisper that carried more nace than a shout.

"I'll hand him to you myself."