Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 225 -

However Ethan said nothing, his piercing stare returning to the set as the SFL clenched her jaw, her frustration visible despite her silence.

The air on set was tense, but no one dared to confront the FL.

At that moment Ethan’s thoughts turned cold and calculated.

If this is their idea of professionalism, things are about to change.

Ethan watched the scene unfold even more, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as the FL repeated the same mistake. The first time, she had poured the water deliberately over the SFL’s head instead of throwing it.

The second time, she had skipped the water entirely and delivered another overly aggressive slap.

The SFL flinched but didn’t speak up, her clenched fists betraying her frustration.

At that moment the manager shifted nervously beside Ethan, his gaze flickering to him, without being told he could tell Ethan was angry and he didn’t know what to do.

He thought Ethan would say something but his expression was unreadable. Without a word, Ethan stepped forward, signaling it was time to enter.

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As they walked onto the set, the atmosphere immediately shifted. The director straightened in his chair, the crew paused mid-movement, and the actors froze in their spots. The room grew quieter, heavy with unease as the manager quickly stepped up.

All of them don’t know what was going on, but from the look on things and the manager respectful attitude towards Ethan, they couldn’t tell he’s not just a nobody.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the manager said, his voice overly polite, "this is Mr. Ethan, the chief examiner of the company." He glanced around the room, his expression expectant as if daring anyone to ignore the introduction.

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The words seemed to echo in the room.

The crew and cast exchanged nervous glances, then scrambled to greet Ethan.

"Good afternoon, sir," the director said, his voice wavering slightly. The actors followed suit, their greetings hurried but respectful, though the FL’s greeting had a trace of defiance, Ethan dressing didn’t impress her and she thought Ethan might be the new actor they are going to use for the cleaning role.

At that moment Ethan gave a curt nod, acknowledging them but saying nothing. The manager, sensing an opportunity to move things along, gestured toward the door.

"Shall we proceed to the next set, Mr. Ethan?"

But Ethan surprised him by stepping forward, his footsteps measured and deliberate. He stopped directly in front of the two actresses, his gaze fixed on the SFL first.

"You," Ethan said, his voice low but with an unmistakable edge. "Do you know the scene?"

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The SFL blinked, startled, her lips parting as she tried to form a response. Ethan’s tone sharpened slightly.

"I asked you a question," he said, his voice rising just enough to make the entire room tense. "Do you know the scene?"

"Yes," the SFL finally managed answer, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan’s expression remained cold, his sharp gaze boring into her. He gave a small nod. "Very good," he said, his tone carrying a weight that silenced any further whispers around the set.

At that moment The FL stiffened beside them, her earlier confidence visibly faltering as Ethan shifted his attention, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

Ethan’s gaze shifted to the FL, his demeanor changing suddenly. His tone softened, almost disarming. "It seems," he began gently, "that you’re not very familiar with this scene."

His voice carried no hint of sarcasm or hostility, only a calm observation.

"Perhaps you haven’t had the time to practice it properly?"

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The FL hesitated, caught off guard by his change in tone. She glanced at the director for support, but he avoided her eyes. Her confidence faltered under Ethan’s steady gaze, and she gave a reluctant nod.

"Yes," she admitted quietly. "I suppose that’s true."

Ethan offered her a small, measured smile.

"Very well then," he said, his voice still calm but with a firmness that left no room for argument. He turned slightly toward the SFL, his gaze sharp once again.

"How about you switch places," he suggested, his tone light but commanding.

"Let her show you how it’s done."

Immediately the FL’s eyes widened in disbelief. She opened her mouth as if to protest but stopped herself, unsure how to respond. Around them, the crew exchanged glances, the tension palpable. The SFL, meanwhile, looked equally surprised but quickly composed herself, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

However Ethan’s gaze remained steady, waiting for them to move. "Let’s not waste time," he added, his voice now carrying a quiet authority that pressed the point home.

The FL blinked in disbelief, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right words.

"I mean," she started, her tone slightly panicked, "with more practice, I could get it straight. It’s just—these things take time."

Ethan’s expression didn’t waver. He remained calm, his eyes sharp as he spoke, cutting through her excuses. "I’m not joking," he said evenly, his voice steady but firm. "Sometimes, to truly understand something, you need to experience it firsthand."

At that moment The FL’s confidence visibly cracked. She glanced around the room again, hoping for backup, but the crew and director avoided her gaze, the tension thick in the air. "But—" she tried again, her voice tinged with desperation.

Immediately Ethan raised a hand, cutting her off. "No buts," he said, his tone final. He turned his attention to the director, who had been standing frozen, unsure how to navigate the situation.

"Film it," Ethan instructed.

"I want the second FL to take her position."

The director hesitated, his gaze flickering between Ethan and the FL. "Are you sure, sir?" he asked cautiously, his voice low.

Ethan didn’t so much as blink. "Yes," he said. "Let’s not waste any more time."

At that that moment The FL stood rooted in place, her face a mix of shock and frustration, while the SFL’s eyes widened in surprise. Around them, the crew exchanged glances, the weight of the moment settling over everyone. Ethan’s gaze didn’t waver as he waited.