Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations Chapter 97

Upon hearing the sound of Ethan clearing his throat, the sound cut through the chaos like a knife, silencing the room in an instant.

Imdiately all eyes turned to Ethan, so curious, so skeptical, but all eager to hear what he had to say.

Upon seeing he has gotten everyone's attention Ethan then turned to the waiter, his expression calm but filled with anger.

"Did you make a mistake bringing the wrong nu?"

he asked, his voice as cold as ice. "And more importantly, how are the nus even organized in this restaurant? How is it possible that I'm the only one holding a different nu from everyone else?"

The waiter stamred, his face flushing with embarrassnt and fear as he gazed around, he didn't know what to say.

But before he could answer, Ethan turned to the chief waiter, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Is this an honest mistake on the part of the restaurant?"

He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Or is this so kind of planned sche against ? After all, this is Damian's family's restaurant and everyone knows both of us are not in good spirits.

It seems awfully convenient that I'm the only one being targeted here."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said, the room fell silent, the tension so thick it could be cut it with a knife. No one had expected Ethan to be so bold, so unflinching in the face of such overwhelming odds against him.

They had thought he would be shaking in his pants, ready to beg for rcy at the first sign of trouble but they were wrong.

Ethan was still sounding bold, his face filled with calm determination.

He wasn't going to let these people intimidate him, no matter how powerful they might be.

The chief waiter, however, was not so easily cowed, he knew all of these questions would be asked and he had prepared himself for them.

"What's done is done."

he said, his voice cold and unyielding.

"You must pay the bill, Mr. Ethan. Otherwise, we cannot allow you to leave the premises."

Imdiately he said those words, it was as if it was planned, a group of burly security guards entered the room, their faces grim and their muscles bulging beneath their dark suits.

Without imdiate instruction they took up positions around the periter, their eyes fixed on Ethan like hawks watching their prey.

The school staff and coaches, who had been watching the scene unfold with growing unease tension, decided to intervene on Ethan's behalf.

They argued with the chief waiter, pointing out the unfairness of the situation and demanding that the restaurant take responsibility for its mistakes because it was the right thing to do.

But the chief waiter simply shook his head, with a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"I don't think you understand who you're dealing with here."

he said, his voice dripping with nace.

" Let remind you. The Bushman family is not to be trifled with. I suggest you choose your next words very carefully before it turns out to be your last."

imdiately the staff and coaches fell silent, their faces pale with fear hearing the Bushman na.

They knew all too well the power and influence of the Bushman family. To cross paths with them was like a disaster, both personally and professionally.

Slowly, one by one, they turned to Ethan, their eyes pleading.

"Please, Ethan."

They said, their voices trembling with desperation.

"Just apologize to Damian. Beg for his forgiveness. It's the only way out of this ss, he can speak on your behalf and you might be allowed to pay the Initial fee."

Even the waiter, who had been shedding tears in the corner, joined the staff to plead.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ethan,"

he said, his voice choked with tears.

"Please, just do as they say. It's not worth risking everything over a silly misunderstanding and mistake in both of our end, I'm so sorry about everything."

However Ethan wasn't listening to their pleading instead he just smiled, a small, secretive smile that sent a chill down the spines of everyone in the room.

He cleared his throat once more, his voice as calm and steady as ever.

"I'm not going to beg Damian for anything, not when he was the one that planned all of this, it's so clear he did it."

he said, his words ringing out like an order.

"Instead of begging Damian, I'm going to make a phone call."

upon hearing what Ethan just said the room erupted in a frenzy of whispers.

Who could Ethan possibly call that would be able to stand up to the might of the Bushman family? Who could have the power to turn the tables on such a formidable foe?

They all gaze at each other, knowing it's not possible for so of the team mates to believe Ethan was this stubborn and stupid.

instead of him to beg and save his ass but the fool wants to make a phone call.

They all gaze at Ethan and shake their heads.

Mike at that mont was disappointed in himself, for allowing Damien to use him.

He approached him on Purpose so he could get his revenge on Ethan and he fell for it.

Ethan stepped away from the table, pulling out his phone and dial a number with confident movents. He spoke softly, his words too low for anyone else to hear.

"Grandma."

he said, his voice warm and affectionate.

"I'm in a bit of a situation here. I could really use your help."

He explained the situation quickly to lady Madison, his words tumbling out in a rush. But even as he spoke, a sense of calmness seed to settle over him, as if he knew that everything was going to be alright.

Lady Madison wasn't happy that soone would have the guts to treat her grandson in such a manner, but at the sa ti she's happy he called for her help, and he even called her Gramma which ans he's making progress.

with a soft and deadly voice he said.

"Don't worry Ethan, I'm sending soone over to clear the nonsense"

Ethan cheeks moved after a few monts, he hung up the phone, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He turned back to the room.

"Soone is coming,"

he said, his voice ringing out like a bell.

"Soone who can sort this whole ss out, once and for all."