Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 220

At that mont Ethan t her gaze, unflinching, his calm deanor hiding the storm of thoughts racing in his mind. The arrogance of power, he thought. She assus everyone bends to her family's will. But she has no idea who she's speaking to.

Still, he said nothing, letting her words hang in the air.

At that mont The two security guards flanked the woman, their stances rigid, hands subtly hovering near their weapons.

It was clear they were ready to escalate if needed, especially with no visible caras in the imdiate vicinity—only the building's caras overhead, which were undoubtedly in their favor.

At that mont Ethan took a deep breath, his expression unreadable as he stepped aside.

"Okay," he said calmly, moving just enough to give her room.

Imdiately the woman smirked, brushing past him with an air of superiority. "Good boy," she said mockingly, her tone dripping with condescension.

At that mont Ethan's jaw tightened slightly, but he remained silent, watching her retreat into the building. The doors slid shut behind her, leaving only the faint echo of her heels clicking on the polished floor.

At that mont One of the building's security guards, who had been observing the scene, stepped closer to Ethan. He glanced around to ensure no one was within earshot before speaking in a low tone. "You're lucky you stepped aside," he said, shaking his head.

"She doesn't care who she steps on—literally. Last week, she shoved an old man to the floor right in front of us."

The other guard nodded grimly. "And the caras? They'll always side with her," he added. "No matter what happens."

Hearing what they just said.

Ethan gave a small, curt nod, storing the information away.

'A bully who hides behind power and influence,' he thought.

'Let's see how far that gets her when the tables turn.'

The security guards exchanged uneasy glances before one of them stepped closer to Ethan. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper, as though the walls themselves might report him.

"Listen," he began, his tone serious.

"If you're here for sothing small, like eting a worker or snapping pictures of the building, even with permission, I'd advise you to leave."

At that mont Ethan raised an eyebrow, his calm deanor unshaken.

"And why's that?" he asked, his voice steady.

Imdiately the guard sighed, glancing toward the building's entrance. "That celebrity lady you just saw with? She's not going to let this slide. She thrives on making examples of people, and after what just happened, you're her next target."

The other guard nodded in agreent.

"She'll find so way to humiliate you," he added. "Once you step inside, it won't just be about power—it'll be about showing everyone that she's untouchable. Trust , she's done it before and I'm sure she would do it."

Ethan crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed their words.

"So, she's that kind of person—soone who needs to flex her influence just to feel important."

The first guard leaned in a little closer. "Look, man, you seem like a decent guy. Take our advice—just go ho. It's not worth it."

At that mont Ethan gave them a small nod, his expression still unreadable. "Thanks for the heads-up," he said quietly, though he made no move to leave. Instead, he stood still, his mind already calculating his next step.

"If she thinks I'm going to back down that easily, she's in for a surprise."

Imdiately Ethan gave the guards a faint smile, his tone calm but firm.

"Thank you for the advice," he said, his words deliberate.

"But you're mistaken about one thing. She won't be humiliating . If anything, she'll be the one following my orders."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The guards exchanged confused glances, clearly not understanding what he ant. "What do you an by that?" one of them asked cautiously.

However Ethan didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black card. Its surface glead under the light, with bold letters etched in silver. The mont the guards' eyes landed on it, their confusion turned to shock.

"A universal authority card,"

one of them whispered, his voice barely audible.

Imdiately the other guard stepped back slightly, his mouth agape.

"That… that ans you're practically at the owner's level," he stamred. "Or at least a close friend. This card outranks everyone in the building."

Ethan nodded subtly, sliding the card back into his pocket.

"Exactly," he said simply. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll be going in."

The guards quickly stepped aside, their earlier warnings now irrelevant. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

"Of course, sir," one of them said, his tone respectful.

Ethan adjusted his suit and walked through the doors, his steps calm and confident.

'Let's see if she's still as arrogant when she realizes who she's dealing with.'

The celebrity stord into her lavish office, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She tossed her designer bag onto the couch and turned to her security guards, who followed her closely. Her face was a mix of annoyance and determination, her pride clearly bruised.

"That guy," she said sharply, pointing in the direction she'd last seen Ethan.

"I want him humiliated. Right now."

Hearing what she just said the guards exchanged hesitant glances but remained silent, waiting for her instructions.

"Find out why he's here," she continued, pacing the room with her arms crossed.

"It doesn't matter if he has permission or not. I want sothing on him—anything that'll make him look like a fool."

At that mont one of the guards cleared his throat.

"What exactly do you want us to do, ma'am?"

She stopped pacing and turned to him, her eyes narrowing.

" I want to Make it public. Whatever you do, record it. I want to upload it in my social dia. Then use the hashtag #TerribleFan."

The guards nodded, though their hesitation was evident. They had seen this side of her before—vindictive and relentless.

"We'll take care of it," one of them said, his voice steady despite the unease in his eyes.

"Good," she said, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Let's see how smug he looks when the whole world is laughing at him."