Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 194

Upon hearing what Jeremy just said.

Ethan leaned against his car, watching Jeremy with a faint smirk. He could see the point Jeremy was trying to make—showing off his wealth and status—but Ethan didn't take it seriously.

without being told he could tell Jeremy had grown up surrounded by luxury, so perhaps this wasn't ant to be condescending. It was probably just the way he talked, a byproduct of his upbringing.

At that mont Jeremy clapped his hands loudly, breaking Ethan's train of thought.

"Alright, ti to roll!" he announced with a wide grin.

Without wasting anymore ti he slid into his car, revving the engine before leaning out of the window. "Follow from behind," he called out.

Ethan sighed, slipping into his own car.

'This should be interesting.'

he thought as he pulled out of the driveway, trailing Jeremy through the city streets.

Their destination beca clear when they pulled up in front of a sprawling clothing mall. The building shimred under the afternoon sun, its glass walls reflecting a world of opulence.

Upon arriving Jeremy stepped out of his car with the confidence of soone who owned the place. However Ethan followed, adjusting his jacket as he glanced around. Jeremy shot him a grin.

"This is how I spend my days when I'm not busy with work,"

he said, gesturing to the mall like it was his personal playground. "You'll learn a thing or two."

The two walked toward the entrance, and the mont Jeremy stepped inside, heads began to turn. Shoppers and staff alike seed to gravitate toward him, their movents subtle but deliberate. Within monts, a small group of people was trailing behind him, hanging on his every word and gesture.

However Ethan stayed a step behind, observing the scene with mild amusent.

'This is going to be a long day.'

he thought to himself.

The luxury store buzzed with activity as the staff began presenting Jeremy with racks of new branded clothes, each item more expensive than the last. However Jeremy basked in the attention, his easy confidence drawing admiration from everyone around him.

Ethan still standing a few steps back, observed quietly, his expression calm and unreadable.

He decided to step closer, curious about what Jeremy was being shown, but before he could, a woman moved swiftly into his path, blocking his way with an exaggerated gesture.

Her sharp tone cut through the noise of the store.

"Step back," she snapped, her eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down.

"Nobody gets that close to Mr. Jeremy."

Upon hearing what the lady just said.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, surprised by her sudden hostility, but he stayed silent.

The woman smirked, clearly enjoying the little scene she was causing. She crossed her arms, raising her voice slightly to ensure she was heard.

"Jeremy likes to keep a private circle," she continued, her words dripping with superiority. "You can't just force your way in like this. If you want to talk to him, wait until he leaves the mall—if you even have the guts to do that."

Her words carried a mocking edge, and the volu of her voice began to draw attention.

At that mont Shoppers and staff alike turned their heads, curious about the commotion. Spotting Jeremy glancing in her direction, her face lit up with satisfaction.

She stood a little taller, clearly proud of the scene she had created.

However Ethan stayed where he was, his face betraying nothing, but his eyes sharpened as he watched her bask in her mont of triumph.

At that mont Ethan slid his hands into his pockets, his expression calm as he tilted his head slightly.

"Is that so, Jeremy?" he said, his tone casual but laced with an edge.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said. The woman froze, her smirk faltering as she realized Ethan had called Jeremy by na—so casually, so confidently. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "How dare you?" she snapped, her voice rising. "You're disrespecting Mr. Jeremy. Security should throw you out imdiately!"

Her outburst drew even more attention, and Jeremy, who had been browsing a rack of designer jackets pretending as if he wasn't hearing anything, turned toward the commotion. He strolled over, his hands in his pockets and a faint smile playing on his lips.

At that mont the woman's deanor shifted the mont Jeremy approached. Her cheeks flushed, and she straightened her posture, bowing her head slightly. She was clearly thrilled by his attention, her voice suddenly soft and eager.

"Mr. Jeremy," she began, her hands clasped together nervously.

"I've studied you for so long. I know how much you value your privacy. I couldn't let soone like… him," she gestured toward Ethan, her tone dripping with disdain.

"bother you. You don't need to thank . I'm just doing what I know you'd want."

Her voice carried a mixture of pride and anticipation, as if she expected Jeremy to praise her any second now.

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She looked down shyly, waiting for his approval, her smile growing as if she'd just accomplished sothing monuntal.

Jeremy's expression shifted as he looked at the woman, his faint smile disappearing. His voice was calm but carried an unmistakable finality.

"You're fired," he said simply.

The words hit like a thunderclap, leaving the woman frozen in place. Before she could respond, two security guards appeared, their heavy footsteps echoing in the suddenly quiet store.

"What?"

she stamred, her voice rising in panic.

"Fired? But… but he ca here to beg you, Mr. Jeremy! I was only—"

Imdiately Jeremy cut her off with a short laugh, his amusent cold and biting. He turned toward Ethan, his expression softening slightly as he walked over.

"This is Ethan," he said, gesturing toward him with casual ease.

"My brother."

Upon hearing what Jeremy just said.

The woman's face drained of color, her confident deanor crumbling in an instant.

"Brother?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jeremy didn't wait for her to process the revelation. His voice rose sharply, echoing through the store.

"Get her out of here!" he roared at the security guards.

Imdiately the guards moved without hesitation, stepping toward the woman. She stumbled backward, her hands raised as if to plead, but they didn't stop. Just as they were about to grab her, Ethan's calm voice cut through the chaos.

"Wait," Ethan said, his hands still in his pockets, his expression unreadable.

The guards hesitated, glancing at Jeremy for confirmation, while the woman stood frozen, her eyes darting between the two brothers, unsure of what would happen next.