Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 186

At that mont Ethan watched Julian closely, his mind drifting away, hearing what what she just said about Annabelle he couldn't couldn't believe it.

Although he hasn't been coming Everyti but the last he heard about Annabelle was when she followed him to Naomi grandfather's place.

'What happened to her?'

he wondered, his thoughts clouded with curiosity. She had been kind to him that day, going out of her way to help without asking for anything in return. He couldn't ignore the flicker of concern that surfaced now.

For a mont, Ethan considered stepping in, finding out the details of her situation and maybe offering his help. But just as quickly, he dismissed the thought.

'It's not my place to interfere in her affairs, he decided.'

Still, the idea of doing nothing didn't sit right with him. As he walked away from Julian, his mind settled on a solution.

'I'll speak to Mr. Davis later, he thought. Ask him to arrange for her to receive a year's salary. That should help her get back on her feet.'

With his decision made, Ethan left the hospital, his expression calm as always, though his thoughts lingered briefly on Annabelle's unexpected departure.

Not long after Ethan arrived at the bank and walked inside, the cool air inside contrasting sharply with the warmth outside. The place was bustling, custors shuffling between counters and tellers. His jaw tightened as he spotted the line snaking toward the service desk, but he joined it without a word, his hands resting calmly at his sides.

As the minutes ticked by, he replayed the situation in his mind. 'If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have transferred the money here,'

he thought. The sudden deposit had triggered suspicion, and now his account was frozen. To fix this, he would need to prove his legitimacy—ntioning his connection to the Winston family or his ownership of a hospital might be the only way.

Finally, it was his turn. The teller, a young woman with a polite but tired smile, gestured for him to step forward.

"How can I help you today?"

At that mont Ethan leaned slightly on the counter, his voice calm and asured.

"My account was closed," he began. "There was a heavy sum of money deposited recently, and it seems to have caused an issue."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said The teller's smile faltered, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. "A large deposit, you said?"

Ethan nodded. "Yes. I need to sort this out."

She hesitated for a mont before typing into her system. "Let check the details," she said, her tone cautious but professional. However Ethan stood quietly, his gaze steady, waiting for her response as the room around him still buzzing with activity.

At that mont The teller looked up from her screen, her expression shifting subtly as she asked, "Can I have your na, please?"

"Ethan," he replied evenly, giving his full na without hesitation.

Her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, and as she read the screen, her brows shot up, the faintest hint of tension flashing across her face.

She quickly masked it with a professional smile, but not before Ethan caught the change in her deanor.

"Well, Mr. Ethan," she said, her voice carefully asured, "it seems there's a note on your account. It's flagged for further review."

At that mont Ethan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Flagged?" he asked, his tone calm but probing.

"Yes," she replied with a polite nod. "Soone will be with you shortly to assist. If you don't mind waiting, please take a seat over there." She gestured toward a small area with chairs near the far end of the lobby.

Ethan gave her a brief nod and walked over to the designated spot, his expression unreadable. As he sat down, the teller picked up her phone, speaking in hushed tones as she called the bank officials in charge.

Minutes ticked by, the bustling noise of the bank filling the silence around him. Ethan sat patiently, his hands resting lightly on his knees, giving no indication of unease. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a group of people dressed in black suits entering the bank. They moved with purpose, their faces serious, their gaze locked on him. Find adventures on empire

Trailing behind them were two police officers, their uniforms unmistakable.

However Ethan remained seated, his calm deanor unshaken as they approached, their presence drawing the attention of others in the lobby.

At that mont a man in a sharp suit stepped forward, his expression smug and self-assured. He stopped in front of Ethan, adjusting his tie before speaking. "I'm the manager here," he said, his tone clipped and professional. "Before the police take you away, I'll be asking you a few questions."

Upon hearing what the manager just said Ethan's eyes narrowed, his calm deanor cracking slightly as confusion and anger began to simr beneath the surface. "Take away?" he asked, his voice low but sharp. "Do you even know what you're doing? This isn't how you're supposed to handle sothing like this."

imdiately The manager smirked, a patronizing glint in his eye. "Oh, I think I know exactly what I'm doing," he replied, folding his arms. "A university kid who's barely had ten thousand dollars in his account suddenly receives a transfer of five billion dollars. Tell , how else should I handle this?"

At that mont Ethan's jaw tightened, but before he could respond, the manager turned to the security guards stationed nearby. "Take him to the interrogation room," he ordered, his voice loud enough for everyone in the bank to hear.

"Now."

Imdiately everyone started looking at Ethan and so pointing fingers at him, they all wondered what he could have done.

imdiately the guards stepped forward, each grabbing one of Ethan's arms.

However Ethan didn't resist, but the icy glare he shot at the manager spoke volus.

The hall fell silent, all eyes still on Ethan as he was led away, his expression a mix of controlled fury and indignation.