Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 254

At that mont Ethan placed his phone on the table casually, his expression calm yet piercing. The room buzzed with conversation, the York family heaping more praise on Mr. Brown.

Again Serenity's uncle raised another toast to the man of the hour, exalting his supposed brilliance.

However Ethan remained silent, his presence understated but commanding. Then, with a deliberate tone, he broke the flow.

"I've been asking all these questions because I heard sothing disturbing," Ethan said, his voice slicing through the chatter.

"Word is, the Godly Investor is pulling away from the York family deal due to mistrust."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said The room froze mid-toast. Forks clinked against plates as everyone turned to stare at Ethan, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

The air felt heavier, as though his words had sucked the life out of the celebration. Serenity's uncle blinked a few tis before leaning forward.

"What did you just say?"

Ethan t his gaze steadily, leaning back in his chair.

"You heard . Mistrust. It seems the Godly Investor no longer believes in the integrity of this partnership."

Imdiately the color drained from Mr. Brown's face.

"Ethan," he began, his voice laced with forced laughter, "you can't be serious. That's not possible. If sothing like that were true, I'd have been the first to know."

At that mont the York family erupted in murmurs of panic and speculation, so already pulling out their phones.

Serenity's uncle waved his hand dismissively, attempting to downplay the situation.

"This has to be a mistake. The deal is ironclad. Mr. Brown, tell them—"

"Relax, everyone!" Mr. Brown interrupted, though his voice carried an edge of uncertainty. "Let's not lose our heads over baseless rumors. There's no way this could happen without my knowledge."

Despite his confident tone, he was already reaching for his phone. One by one, the family mbers began refreshing their news feeds, scrolling with feverish desperation. The seconds stretched unbearably as the silence thickened. Finally, one of them scoffed, trying to break the tension.

"There's nothing here," they said, holding up their screen. "No news, no updates, no announcents. Ethan must be mistaken."

Ethan's lips curled into a faint smirk as he watched them, his gaze sharp and calculating.

He rested his chin on his hand, his deanor unreadable.

"Oh, I'm sure the news will surface soon enough," he said, his tone chillingly calm.

The family exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier confidence cracking under the weight of Ethan's cryptic words.

Mr. Brown tried to laugh, but it ca out hollow.

"You're bluffing," he said, but the unease in his eyes betrayed him.

Ethan remained silent, letting the weight of his statent linger, his composed presence more unsettling than any outburst could have been.

At that mont Serenity's uncle leaned back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face as he spoke with an air of absolute confidence. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire

"Let tell you sothing, Ethan," he said, swirling the wine in his glass lazily.

"If the Godly Investor's estate company was planning to pull out of any deal with the York family, I'd be the first to know. Trust , they value this project far too much to entertain such an idea."

His words carried a self-assured arrogance that seed to ripple through the room. He gestured broadly, addressing everyone present.

"You see, when their representatives ca to discuss the initial terms, they treated like royalty. Every word, every suggestion I made, was taken seriously. That's the kind of respect the York family commands."

However Ethan sat quietly, his face unreadable, but his eyes held a flicker of amusent. Serenity's uncle continued, encouraged by the nods of agreent from the family mbers around him.

"And let's not forget Mr. Brown here," he said, raising his glass toward the man who looked equally smug.

"He's the one who manages the contracts. He gives the orders, decides who gets what. If there's any problem, it's him they'll call, not you, Ethan or anyone you think you know."

The room erupted in murmurs of agreent, their confidence growing with each passing second. Imdiately Mr. Brown puffed out his chest, basking in the family's praise.

"That's right," he said, leaning forward as if to emphasize his authority.

"Every deal runs through . Every approval, every denial. I'm the one they trust to handle these matters."

Serenity's uncle smirked, pointing his glass toward Ethan.

"So, unless you've sohow beco their go-to guy overnight, I'd say your little rumor holds no water. Honestly, Ethan, it's laughable."

However Mr. Brown felt a sudden rush of heat, his heart pounding against his ribcage as Ethan's words lingered in the air. His confidence faltered, but he quickly masked it with a dismissive laugh.

"It seems," he said, clearing his throat and sitting straighter in his chair, "that Ethan is trying to sow discord within the York family. After all the praise Old Master York just gave him, this is how he repays us? What a disgrace."

The murmurs of agreent from the family rippled through the room, though the tension in their voices betrayed a flicker of doubt. Serenity's uncle smirked, raising his glass once more.

"Let's not waste ti on baseless accusations. Mr.Brown has proven himself ti and again. Let's focus on enjoying this dinner, shall we?"

At that mont Soone chid in from across the table, trying to shift the mood.

"What's keeping the waiter so long, anyway? We've been here for ages without being served."

The room's energy shifted as footsteps echoed outside the box. The door opened, and the manager stepped inside, flanked by a few waitresses.

The sight of them brought an air of expectation, but the expressions on their faces were anything but celebratory.

Imdiately the manager cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the room briefly before landing on Ethan.

He nodded slightly in acknowledgnt before addressing the York family.

"Ladies and gentlen," he began, his tone asured but firm, "I regret to inform you that the special guest who initially extended this privilege has withdrawn their request. As of now, the York family no longer has access to the benefits initially arranged."

The announcent dropped like a bomb in the room. Gasps and confused murmurs erupted, with Mr. Brown's face turning pale. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice shaking slightly.

"Who made this decision?"

The manager remained professional, his hands clasped in front of him.

"The special guest who facilitated this arrangent decided it was no longer appropriate. We were instructed to ensure that the benefits would be rescinded imdiately."