Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 219 -

As he climbed into his car and drove off, his thoughts raced.

"It doesn’t matter if I tear down the entire Silver family—they’ve protected that contract too well. Even if the main branch is gone, the terms would automatically transfer to their other relatives. A deal like this is a legacy, and no bloodshed can nullify it."

At that moment Ethan’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. "The only way to break their hold is to own it outright. That’s why I need this deal, no matter the cost."

The road ahead was quiet, but Ethan’s mind was far from it, already strategizing his next move.

Ethan’s car sped down the winding road away from the golf course, his mind laser-focused on the task ahead. The deal must be terminated first, he thought, his fingers tapping the steering wheel in rhythm with his thoughts. Without that leverage, the Silver family’s entire structure collapses. Only then can I finish what I’ve started.

The weight of the plan settled over him as he tightened his grip on the wheel. He wasn’t just dismantling a family; he was dismantling a legacy. "And I won’t leave any loose ends."

Back at the golf course, the old master of the Silver family remained on the green, his gaze lingering on the direction Ethan had gone. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his fingers moving deliberately as he dialed a number.

The call connected after a single ring. A smooth, authoritative voice answered, "Yes?"

The old master’s tone was measured but laced with ambition. "I have news that might interest the G-Circle. I’ve just spoken with the Godly Investor."

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There was a pause on the other end, then a sharp intake of breath. "And?"

"I believe I have a chance to bring him to our side.

At that moment Ethan sat in his car, parked just outside the estate, skimming through the reports Naomi had compiled on the entertainment company.

The stack of papers detailed everything from their recent projects to the hidden power plays within the boardroom.

"It’s time to see them face to face." Ethan said to himself, his expression hardening.

He placed the reports neatly on the seat beside him, pulling out the suit he had ordered online. The crisp material felt smooth in his hands as he adjusted the jacket, its tailored fit giving him an air of authority. The mask he often wore for anonymity lay discarded in the glove compartment.

"Not today. Today, they see me."

Stepping out of the car, he took a moment to glance at his reflection in the side mirror, straightening his tie. Satisfied, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The sleek car—a symbol of his rising influence—hummed smoothly as he maneuvered through the streets.

Not long after he arrived at the towering entertainment building, its modern architecture gleaming under the sunlight, heads turned as his car pulled into the lot.

Parking in a reserved space, Ethan stepped out with quiet confidence, his every movement deliberate.

He glanced up at the massive structure, his sharp eyes scanning the details.

"This is where the game begins,"

he thought, walking toward the entrance.

"Let’s see if they’re ready for me."

Ethan’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as he pulled into a quiet parking lot a few blocks away from the entertainment company. His mind was clear—taking the car his company had gifted him would be too flashy, too obvious.

"No point in announcing myself before I’m ready."

he thought, stepping out and locking the door behind him.

The walk to the entertainment building was brisk, the towering structure looming larger with each step. As he approached the glass doors, two guards moved to block his path, their expressions firm and impersonal.

"What is your business here, Do you have an entry card?" one of them asked, his tone flat but commanding.

Ethan paused, his hand instinctively moving to his pocket. For a split second, his mind raced. Entry card? Then he remembered—Naomi’s reports. She had included a detailed briefing, and tucked inside was a sleek, unassuming card.

’Good thing I brought it.’

Wordlessly, Ethan pulled the card from his pocket and handed it to the guard.

At that moment the man inspected it carefully before nodding and stepping aside.

"You’re cleared," he said, motioning for Ethan to enter.

Ethan walked through the doors, his expression calm but his thoughts razor-sharp.

"Naomi, you’ve saved me once again from too many talks, he thought as he made his way into the sleek, bustling lobby. Now, let’s see what this company is really hiding.

At that moment Ethan reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the entry card Naomi had prepared for him. Just as he was about to pull it out, a loud, commanding voice interrupted him.

"Move out of the way!"

At that moment Ethan turned to see a tall woman striding toward him, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

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Her outfit screamed designer, and her confidence radiated like a spotlight.

However She stopped a few feet away, glaring at him as though his mere presence offended her.

"You’re blocking my path," she said, flipping her hair back with a dramatic motion.

Her tone was haughty, each word dripping with entitlement.

However Ethan remained still, his expression unreadable. "I don’t think I am,"

he replied calmly, his voice measured but firm.

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The woman’s eyes narrowed as if she couldn’t believe his response. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, sizing him up.

"Do you even know who I am?" she asked, her tone sharp. "I’m Cassandra Laurent. My family is one of the biggest in entertainment. We’ve built empires in this industry."

hearing what she just said.

Ethan didn’t respond, his silence unnerving her slightly.

Seeing no reaction, she leaned closer, her voice lowering but her words cutting.

"I might not be able to do anything to you right now," she said, her eyes locking onto his.

"But think about your future. Think about your family’s future. What happens to them if you offend me?"