Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 218 -

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The boss hesitated, his gaze shifting to Ethan’s calm but piercing eyes. After a moment, he exhaled and finally spoke.

"Five hundred million dollars."

Ethan’s eyebrows twitched slightly at the figure, though his expression remained composed. Five hundred million… that’s exactly the amount the Silver family lost when they were forced to withdraw from the York family contracts. His mind began to piece things together, a faint thread of opportunity forming in his thoughts. This isn’t just a bounty—it’s leverage.

The boss, seeing Ethan’s reaction, continued cautiously, his voice still hoarse.

"That’s what went to my account for the job. But the person who wants you dead… they might’ve paid more. Hell, for all I know, it could’ve been a billion."

At that moment Ethan’s eyebrows raised just a fraction at that revelation, his mind sharpening even further.

’A billion? Someone’s desperate to get rid of me. They’re either scared of what I’ve already done or what I’m capable of.’

He didn’t respond, letting the weight of the boss’s words hang in the air.

After a moment, Ethan stood, his movements deliberate, and without another word, he turned and walked out of the room. His thoughts were already racing, formulating how he could use this information to his advantage.

**

The next day, the morning sun gleamed brightly off the sleek lines of the car as Ethan pulled into the private golf course. Dressed in a sharp, tailored suit that gave him an air of calculated authority, he adjusted the mask on his face—a subtle but necessary precaution for the meeting ahead.

The car was a masterpiece, gifted to him by the car company in recognition of his recent acquisition.

Its polished surface reflected the world around it, turning heads as it glided to a stop.

At that moment Ethan stepped out with quiet confidence, his shoes clicking against the pavement as he surveyed the pristine green landscape before him.

The golf field was expansive and meticulously maintained, the perfect playground for the elite. Ethan’s eyes landed on Old Master Silver, who stood at a distance, lining up his next shot. The man’s posture was relaxed, but his presence carried the weight of years of influence and power.

Not wasting anymore time Ethan began walking toward him, his steps steady and deliberate. The soft rustle of the grass beneath his shoes was the only sound as he approached, his focus locked on the figure before him.

The old master of the Silver family squinted slightly as Ethan approached, his sharp eyes assessing the younger man.

It didn’t take long for recognition to flicker across his face. His grip on the golf club relaxed, and a faint smile played at his lips.

"The godly investor," he said, his voice calm but carrying a hint of intrigue.

"I’ve heard much about you."

Ethan nodded slightly, extending a hand in greeting.

"Old Master Silver," he replied, his tone respectful but firm.

They exchanged a brief handshake before Ethan got straight to the point, his posture composed but deliberate.

"I wanted to discuss something," Ethan began, his voice steady.

"It’s about the twenty percent contract deal your family has with the York family. Every deal, every business transaction—twenty percent goes to the Silver family, correct?"

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The old master raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable but curious.

"You’ve done your research," he remarked, leaning lightly on his golf club.

"That’s correct. It’s been a long-standing agreement."

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Ethan’s eyes didn’t waver as he continued.

"Since I’m investing heavily in the York family now, I wanted to propose something. I wonder if I could buy that percentage off."

Immediately The old master’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of intrigue laced with caution.

He tapped the edge of his club against the ground thoughtfully, clearly intrigued but not yet revealing his hand.

At that moment The old master of the Silver family chuckled softly, his lips curling into a faint smile, but his response came quickly and decisively.

"No," he said, his tone firm but polite.

"That contract has been a cornerstone of our relationship with the York family for years. It’s not something we’d part with so easily."

However Ethan’s expression remained calm, but his next words cut through the air like a blade.

"I’ll pay one billion dollars."

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The old master froze, his grip tightening ever so slightly on the golf club. His eyes widened just enough to betray his shock before he quickly masked it with a neutral expression.

"One billion?" he repeated, his voice quieter now, as though testing the words in his mouth.

Ethan nodded, his voice steady and deliberate.

"I understand your hesitation. But I also know the Silver family recently suffered a loss—around one billion dollars? Recouping that amount immediately wouldn’t be such a bad thing."

Immediately The old master’s jaw tightened, his calm façade cracking just enough for Ethan to notice.

He straightened slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied the man before him.

"You’re well-informed," he said slowly, his tone tinged caution. "Too well-informed, for someone so new to this game."

Ethan remained silent, letting the weight of his offer and the sharpness of his Intel hang in the air. The old master tapped his golf club lightly against the ground, clearly unsettled but intrigued by the boldness of the proposal.

At that moment The old master’s smile returned, though it was more calculating this time. He rested both hands on his golf club and leaned forward slightly.

"You’ve made a compelling offer," he said, his tone measured.

"But a discussion of this magnitude deserves more privacy. How about you come to the Silver family mansion tomorrow? We can talk properly without interruptions."

Ethan nodded without hesitation, his voice calm.

"Agreed. Let me know the time, and I’ll be there."

The old master inclined his head, signaling the end of the conversation.

Ethan turned and walked away, his footsteps steady as he left the golf course.