Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 246

Ethan approached the York family with a calm yet firm deanor, his sharp eyes locking onto the man who had insulted his car.

The York family, still engrossed in their mocking laughter, fell silent as Ethan's voice cut through their chatter like a blade.

"The car belongs to ,"

Ethan said, his tone as steady as the ground beneath them.

"Is there a problem with that?"

At that mont the man who had made the comnt straightened his suit, visibly surprised by Ethan's audacity.

"Well,"

he began, his voice faltering slightly, "this establishnt is ant for those who reflect the epito of success. A car like yours... it doesn't exactly fit the ambiance, does it?"

Hearing what he just said Ethan's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. He glanced at the sleek, expensive cars lined up beside his own.

"I didn't realize the worth of a person could be asured by the car they drive,"he said evenly. "But if we're talking about appearances, I'd suggest we asure the worth of integrity instead."

The subtle jab of Ethan hit its mark, and the man's face flushed with irritation.

At that mont Serenity stepped forward, clearly uncomfortable with the tension brewing.

"Ethan,"

she said quickly, her tone gentle yet cautious, "please, let's go inside. My father's waiting."

But Ethan wasn't ready to move. His gaze shifted back to the York family, who were now exchanging uneasy glances.

"If anyone here has a problem with where I park, they're free to say so directly to ," Ethan added, his voice laced with quiet authority. "Otherwise, I suggest we all move on and focus on why we're here."

At that mont The man squinted at Ethan, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "Ah, so who exactly are you?" he asked, his tone laced with condescension. "Are you one of the workers here? That would explain the... car."

He gestured dismissively toward Ethan's car again.

"Even so, you really shouldn't have parked that thing here. It ruins the entire image of this restaurant."

However Ethan's expression remained unreadable, his hands casually resting in his pockets as the man continued to speak. The words rolled off him like water off a rock, but Serenity couldn't hold back any longer.

Imdiately she stepped forward, her voice cutting through the man's tirade.

"He's not a worker,"she said firmly, her eyes narrowing. "This is Ethan—the person my father invited. He's joining us for dinner."

Upon hearing what serenity just said.

The man froze mid-sentence, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. For a mont, the smugness on his face was replaced by confusion. He blinked at Serenity, then glanced back at Ethan, reassessing him with a look that hovered between skepticism and embarrassnt.

"Ah," the man said finally, forcing a polite smile. "I see. Well, my apologies, then. I wasn't aware..." He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"It makes sense now, of course. But, if I may—"his tone shifted back to a subtle sneer— "at least you could have co with us, Ethan. That... car... is hardly appropriate for a place like this. It's not even a car, really."

At that mont Ethan just shakes his head, without being told he could tell the man doesn't know anything about the car.

that can only explain the reason fir belittling his car.

The old master of the York family adjusted his posture slightly, commanding the attention of everyone present. His voice, though calm, carried a tone that silenced any lingering murmurs.

"It doesn't matter what kind of car the boy drives,"

he began, his gaze steady and piercing.

"What matters is that he has the ans to get where he needs to go—and more importantly, that he saved my son life a few days ago. That alone is worth more than any vehicle parked outside this restaurant."

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, creating a ripple of subdued embarrassnt among the York family mbers. The man who had mocked Ethan's car monts earlier swallowed hard, his confidence faltering under the old master's firm assertion. Recognizing the shift in tone, he straightened his jacket and took a step forward toward Ethan.

With a forced but polite smile, he extended his hand.

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he said, his voice now tempered with a mix of respect and discomfort.

"Allow to introduce myself properly. I'm Brown Karen, the financial manager for the estate company own my the Godly investor. It's a pleasure to finally et you in person."

At that mont Ethan's sharp eyes remained fixed on Brown Karen as the man introduced himself. The revelation that this man worked for him was unexpected, but what piqued Ethan's curiosity more was his presence with the York family. Questions brewed in his mind, but he masked them with a neutral expression.

When Brown extended his hand with a polished smile, Ethan didn't move to reciprocate. Instead, he crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering.

"You don't deserve my handshake," Ethan said calmly, each word deliberate.

Imdiately the scene fell into an awkward silence for a beat before Brown, clearly flustered but attempting to save face, forced a chuckle.

"Ah, I see! The great Ethan himself has deed unworthy of a handshake. What humility!" His voice carried a strained cheerfulness, but his eyes betrayed his discomfort.

However The York family, huddled together in their tailored suits and designer dresses, found the comnt amusing. Laughter erupted among them, the sound sharp and condescending.

At that mont Serenity, standing slightly apart from the group, shifted uneasily, her expression a mix of concern and embarrassnt. Her grandfather, however, watched the interaction with keen interest, his wrinkled face unreadable.

Still Ethan didn't flinch at the laughter. Instead, he t Brown's gaze with an unyielding calm that seed to drain the humor from the Scene.

"Don't twist my words," he said, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

"You know exactly why I said that."

At that mont the laughter stuttered and died as the weight of Ethan's words settled over the group.

Imdiately Brown's smirk faltered, and he glanced nervously at the family, hoping for support. The old master of the York family, cleared his throat, commanding imdiate attention.