Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 242

At that mont the family stared at Ethan, their shocked expressions morphing into uneasy glances at one another. The eldest son, seated closest to the family head, clenched his fists, but before he could speak, Ethan's calm, calculated voice cut through the room like a blade.

"That's right," Ethan said, his tone sharp and unwavering.

"I defeated every single one of your n. And now you'll deal with the consequences of daring to cross soone like ."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said the head of the family, a middle-aged man with a broad fra and a thin layer of arrogance etched into his every gesture, threw his head back in laughter.

He couldn't believe what he just heard, a nobody just walked into his house to utter nonsense.

"You?"

He sneered, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Do you even know who we are, boy? We're one of the largest sponsors in the entertainnt industry. You're rely a chief examiner—an employee. You exist because of families like ours. who are will to spend money in project.

And you think you can stand here and threaten us?"

The family's confidence seed to rekindle with the head's words, their smug faces aligning as if rehearsed. Ethan remained unmoved, his eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail as if calculating his next move.

Again The room erupted in laughter at Ethan's words. The head of the family leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as if Ethan had just told the most amusing joke of the century.

"Who do you think deserves more respect here?" the man asked, his voice dripping with condescension. "You think you can walk into our ho and dictate terms? Who are you to sever our sponsorship with JSK entertainnt company? You must truly be delusional." Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

At that mont he pointed at Ethan.

" I don't really know what you're up to, but let tell you this, i don't care what you did to the n, but have it in mind, don't utter nonsense in front of or you pay for your every word."

Hearing what the man just said.

Ethan couldn't help shake his head in disappointnt, he couldn't believe everything he was hearing, for soone to publicly say those nonsense it just showed he has done it multiple tis and he has gotten away with it.

Ethan barely chuckled, the sound low and dismissive.

"From today onward," he said, his tone cutting through their mockery like a knife, "your sponsorship with the entertainnt company is over. Soone more deserving will replace you."

At that mont the man's chuckling slowed, a faint flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before his arrogant mask returned. "Over?" he repeated mockingly. "Do you think you have that kind of authority? You must think you're the owner of the company, the so-called godly investor."

Ethan shrugged, his expression calm and detached.

"I'm not," he replied coolly. "But I don't need to be. Minors like you can be fired with a few phone calls. And trust , I know exactly who to call."

Upon hearing what just said the room fell into uneasy silence as the weight of Ethan's confidence began to settle over them.

At that mont the master of the family slamd his hand on the table, his voice rising in anger.

"You don't know anything about business, do you, Ethan? If this deal is cut off, the entertainnt company stands to lose at least a hundred million dollars! No wise person would make such a reckless decision and I'm sure nobody would even listen to you."

Ethan stood unmoved, his expression as calm as ever.

"A hundred million dollars?" he repeated, his voice smooth and unwavering.

"They'll make that back in less than two years. Probably even less if another sponsor steps in—one willing to pay double your contribution and I'm sure once we announce the cancellation of the contract with you, everyone would jump on the opportunity."

The room grew quiet as Ethan continued, his words slicing through the tension like a razor. "And with the upcoming events planned, the entertainnt company stands to make over a billion dollars. That's a fortune your family could've enjoyed as sponsors—if you'd chosen to remain."

At that mont Ethan's eyes scanned the room, his gaze stopping briefly on each stunned face. "But since I'll be removing you as sponsors," he added, his voice sharp and decisive, "that profit will no longer include you."

Again the room remained deathly silent, the weight of Ethan's words pressing heavily on everyone present.

The man's face turned red with anger.

"You don't have the authority to do anything!" he snapped, his voice filled with venom. His fists clenched as he leaned forward, glaring at Ethan.

However Ethan didn't flinch. Instead, he calmly reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "We'll see about that," he said, his tone icy and firm.

He tapped the screen and placed a call.

"Naomi," he said evenly when the line connected. "I want this family's sponsorship terminated imdiately. Replace them with the car company—yes, the one that's been eager to invest. I want this finalized in less than an hour."

At that mont the man's eyes widened as Ethan spoke, his earlier confidence beginning to crack. His gaze darted around the room, searching for so kind of support or reassurance, but none of the family mbers dared to et his eyes.

then Ethan hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "Anything else you'd like to say before it's official?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet authority that silenced the room.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said the master of the family let out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed through the room. The FL, still fuming from her earlier humiliation, joined in, her laughter sharp and cutting.

"Who do you think you are, Ethan?" the master sneered, leaning back in his chair with a smug expression. "You're just a chief examiner. Your job is to assess problems and report them to the higher-ups—not to play God. Cutting off deals? Finding replacents within an hour? Do you even hear yourself?"