Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 240 -

Ethan stopped in his tracks, turning back to face her, his expression a mix of disbelief and disdain.

"You really think I’d be tempted by your family’s little money?"

he asked, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The celebrity lady flinched but quickly straightened her posture, masking her desperation with a flicker of defiance. "It’s not just money," she said, her voice wavering. "It’s influence, power—things you can’t buy just anywhere, think about what you would benefit from everything, it’s a life time opportunity."

Upon hearing what she just said.

Ethan let out a short, humorless laugh and shook his head. "Influence? Power?"

he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Your fame and fortune are worthless now. Can’t you see that?"

At that moment she opened her mouth to respond, but Ethan held up a hand, silencing her. "This is what it feels like, isn’t it? To be on the other side? To feel powerless, to have everything you thought mattered—your money, your connections—mean absolutely nothing."

Immediately her face paled, and for the first time, her usual arrogance faltered. "I—"

However Ethan didn’t let her finish. "When poor people are treated like trash, they have nothing to lose," he said, his words sharp and deliberate. "But the rich? When their money and fame can’t save them, they lose everything. Their image. Their pride. Their sense of control."

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing from Ethan after offering him such opportunity to be her husband, but he still decline, she couldn’t believe she was rejected again after she just wanted to manage him to save her father life.

At that moment she couldn’t say anymore words and Ethan turned around, walking away with purpose. Over his shoulder, he added, "Maybe now you’ll understand what it’s like to treat people with respect. But that’s your lesson to learn, not mine to teach."

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He didn’t look back as he was about to leave the room, leaving her standing there, her confidence shattered, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

The celebrity lady’s tears fell uncontrollably, her voice cracking as she pleaded, "Please, Ethan... Please help him. I’ll do anything, just save my father."

At that moment Ethan paused mid-step, his shoulders tense. He turned slowly, meeting her tearful gaze. For a moment he could feel she wasn’t telling lies and she really meant what she said, but still Ethan doesn’t want anything to do with her, not after everything she has done to the weak and innocent, However the silence hung between them, heavy and suffocating. Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he walked back toward the master of the family.

"You’re lucky I’m not as cruel as you think," Ethan muttered.

"But remember, this is for him, not for you."

Ethan knelt beside the man, his movements precise and steady. He used his abilities to stabilize the master’s vitals, ensuring he could make it to the hospital alive.

After a few tense minutes, the master’s breathing became more regular, and the panic in the room subsided slightly.

"He needs professional care immediately," Ethan said, his voice firm.

"Get him to the hospital now."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Immediately the family sprang into action, rushing to get the master to the hospital. Ethan stood up, brushing his hands off and taking a deep breath. As the commotion continued around him, he pulled out his phone and dialed Naomi number.

"Seize the media coverage on the family," Ethan instructed without preamble. "I want everything related to the celebrity’s scandals pulled back immediately. The master needs time to recover without added stress."

On the other end, Naomi hesitated. "Are you sure? We’ve worked hard to expose them."

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" Don’t worry just seize it," Ethan repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"The media aspect only. Let them breathe for now, but keep a close watch. This isn’t over."

Naomi exhaled sharply. "Understood."

Ethan ended the call and slid his phone into his pocket, glancing back at the family as they prepared to leave for the hospital. His eyes lingered on the celebrity lady, who still stood in the corner, her face streaked with tears.

"Don’t mistake this as forgiveness, I will be coming for you when the time is right." Ethan said coldly before turning and walking away, leaving her to wrestle with her guilt and the weight of her father’s condition.

Ethan stepped out of the grand family mansion, his hands tucked into his pockets as the evening breeze brushed against his face. The opulence of the estate seemed to mock the chaos within, the grandeur unable to shield its owners from the consequences of their actions.

Although Ethan had stabilized the master’s health, he knew the family’s troubles were far from over.

The illegal acquisition of the estates would soon haunt them, not just in fines but in reputation, soon everyone would see them for what they had done. A financial blow of that magnitude would ripple through their businesses, weakening their standing in the very world they sought to dominate. Ethan allowed himself a small, cold smile. Justice, it seemed, had its ways.

He glanced at the driveway, half expecting the celebrity girl to come running after him, her arrogance dissolved into desperation.

"It won’t be long," he muttered to himself, the weight of his thoughts making his voice heavy. He knew her type—prideful, but quick to crumble when faced with real consequences.

"If—no, when—she came begging, I would give her conditions. The apology had to be genuine, directed not just to me but to every person she had wronged."

She would need to release a public statement, acknowledging her faults and setting the record straight. It wouldn’t be for his sake but for those whose lives she had tarnished.

Ethan stepped into his car, resting his hands on the steering wheel for a moment. "If she proves sincere," he thought, his jaw tightening, "maybe I’ll let her start over—from the bottom."