Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 228 -

Seeing what was happening the director stood frozen, his face pale and his hands trembling as he clutched his clipboard. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying his rising panic. How am I supposed to deal with this? he thought, his mind racing. Vanessa’s family are powerful, deeply intertwined with the entertainment world, and they would demand answers for what had just happened. But then again, it was clear to everyone who had orchestrated this entire mess—Ethan. Surely, they’d target him instead.

Ethan, however, didn’t seem remotely concerned. His sharp gaze fell on the director, cutting through the man’s panic like a knife.

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"Do you know what this tampering has cost the company?"

Ethan asked, his tone calm yet cold, each word hitting like a hammer.

He couldn’t believe everything Naomi said were true and they don’t even hide it.

How can they just change the lead so quickly and not because of talent but favoritism.

It was clear the second female kid clear got talent but somehow because of name it was changed and they couldn’t caution Vanessa when she was clearing over stepping.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The director flinched.

"I—Sir, it wasn’t—it wasn’t me who made the decision alone," he stammered, trying to find some footing in the conversation. "The—uh—the board was informed, and—"

At that moment Ethan raised a hand, silencing him mid-sentence. His voice didn’t rise, but the weight of his words was undeniable.

"For tampering with company funds like this, do you know what could happen?" he asked, his gaze unwavering. "Jail, for starters."

Immediately the manager froze, his clipboard slipping slightly in his grip as Ethan’s words sank in. His face turned ashen, his breath caught in his throat.

However Ethan’s voice remained calm, but the weight behind it was enough to send chills through the room.

"Make sure this movie is a blockbuster," Ethan said quietly, his tone as sharp as a blade yet eerily composed.

"Otherwise, things might happen to you—things that could see you losing your job." He paused, letting the silence hang ominously.

"Or worse, getting framed for so many... unfortunate incidents that you might end up spending the next fifty Christmases behind bars."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said. The director’s mouth dropped open, his knees almost buckling under the pressure of Ethan’s words. The calm delivery only made the threat feel more real, more dangerous.

Without being told he could tell Ethan wasn’t just kidding, he was serious.

"S-sir," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... give me another chance. I’ll fix this. I’ll make it right. I swear."

Ethan regarded him for a moment, his expression unreadable, as though weighing the man’s sincerity. Finally, he gave a small nod.

Without being told he could tell the director was just sacred of Vanessa.

"Don’t worry," he said, his voice cold but with a faint edge of finality. "I’ll give you the chance to make things right."

The director nodded furiously, relief washing over his face, though his hands still shook. Around them, the crew stood in tense silence, every pair of eyes trying to avoid Ethan’s gaze, yet unable to ignore the quiet authority radiating from him.

Ethan stepped out of the tense scene, his footsteps measured and deliberate. Emily, the second FL, approached him hesitantly, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of someone unaccustomed to receiving such unexpected support. "I didn’t think anyone would stand up for me like that."

Hearing what she just said.

Ethan looked at her, his gaze steady but not unkind.

"You don’t need to thank me," he replied calmly.

"Just focus on your work and do your best. EK Entertainment aims to bring out the best in every prominent new signing we make. Prove you were worth the investment."

Emily nodded, determination flickering in her expression. "I will," she said with quiet resolve.

Without another word, Ethan walked away, his mind already on the next matter at hand. He made his way to the next set, the atmosphere noticeably more chaotic. Crew members were moving about, actors chatting in small groups, but there was no sign of order.

Immediately Ethan scanned the area, his sharp eyes noticing something amiss. "Where’s the director?" he asked one of the crew members, his tone clipped but professional.

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The crew member hesitated before responding, "He’s… probably in his office. He hasn’t been here all morning."

Ethan’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he looked over the disorganized set, his mind already calculating the next steps.

Without wasting anymore time.

Ethan and the manager approached the director’s office, their footsteps echoing down the corridor. Just as they reached the door, it swung open, and the director stepped out, accompanied by one of the cast members—a young actress with an air of nervous confidence.

Her gaze flickered between Ethan and the manager, uncertain and slightly wary.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he addressed the director, his tone calm but carrying an unmistakable edge.

"Why weren’t you at the scene?" he asked directly.

At that moment the director hesitated, adjusting his tie as he avoided Ethan’s gaze.

"I needed to explain something to this cast member," he said, gesturing vaguely to the actress beside him.

"It was important to clarify a few things before we continued."

Hearing what the director just said.

Ethan’s expression didn’t change, but there was a noticeable tension in the air. Important enough to abandon the set? he thought, his instincts telling him something wasn’t right. Still, he chose to remain quiet, for now, watching and waiting.

The group returned to the scene, where the crew was still idly waiting, the atmosphere heavy with uncertainty.

The director wasted no time, stepping into the center and clapping his hands for attention. "Alright, listen up," he barked. "We’re making a change. You," he pointed to one of the characters, a supporting actress, "are out. Pack your things."

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Immediately the actress froze, her face paling as her colleagues exchanged shocked glances. "But… why?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I haven’t done anything wrong."