Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 252 -

The manager’s brow furrowed in confusion as he stood up from his chair, trying to process Ethan’s sudden arrival.

"Mr. Ethan," he began cautiously, "if this is about the arrangements, you have nothing to worry about. Everything has been settled already. There’s no fee for you or the York family."

However Ethan crossed his arms, his expression unreadable but laced with quiet authority.

"I’m not here about the fees, and I don’t have anything to do with the York family," he stated firmly, each word deliberate.

"What you’re doing, however, is feeding the wrong person—Mr. Brown. The one who came with them."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The manager blinked, clearly caught off guard.

"Mr. Brown?" he repeated, his confusion evident.

"He’s not the guest we were instructed to honor?"

Ethan’s gaze hardened, his voice dropping an octave.

"No. He has nothing to do with me or the reason this restaurant is treating them so generously. That man is taking credit for things he didn’t do, and you’re unknowingly helping him."

At that moment the weight of Ethan’s words sank in, and the manager’s face fell.

"I... I didn’t realize," he stammered, his posture straightening as his demeanor shifted from surprise to concern. "I was under the impression—"

"That’s precisely the problem," Ethan interrupted, his tone sharp but controlled.

"You acted on an assumption. Now, listen carefully. Here’s what you’re going to do."

The manager leaned forward slightly, his full attention on Ethan. "Yes, Mr. Ethan. Please, tell me."

"You’re going to proceed with the service as planned,"

Ethan instructed, his voice steady and precise.

"But under no circumstances are you to give Mr. Brown any credit or special treatment. Make it clear through your actions—subtly, of course—that he is not the one being honored here. And if he continues to claim otherwise, I’ll ensure his lies are exposed."

Hearing what Ethan just said.

the manager swallowed hard, nodding as he took mental notes. "Understood," he said quickly. "I’ll make the necessary adjustments."

Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly, ensuring the gravity of his instructions was understood. "Good. I don’t care how you handle it, but I expect results. I won’t tolerate people like him using my name for their benefit."

The manager straightened his jacket and nodded again, his confidence returning. "Consider it done, Mr. Ethan."

Then Ethan turned to leave, pausing briefly at the door. "And one more thing," he added without looking back. "Keep this between us. Let’s see how long Mr. Brown can keep up his act."

Without another word, Ethan exited the office, leaving the manager standing there, a mix of determination and unease on his face as he prepared to execute Ethan’s orders.

At that moment Ethan walked out of the manager’s office with an air of calm confidence. As he approached the heavenly box, he could hear Serenity’s uncle already starting his antics again.

His voice was loud and pompous, filling the hallway with his usual arrogance.

"I think it’s about time you apologized to Mr. Brown, Ethan," Serenity uncle declared as Ethan stepped into the room.

"After all, if it weren’t for Mr. Brown, you wouldn’t have even set foot in a place like this—let alone seat here with us. This is probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for someone like you."

Ethan glanced at the man, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t bother to respond. Instead, he calmly walked past him, his presence alone silencing some of the chuckles from the other family members.

He pulled out a chair and took his seat without a word.

Seeing what Ethan just did.

The atmosphere in the room shifted slightly. There was an awkward pause as the family realized Ethan wasn’t going to engage in their usual power plays. Just as things began to settle, Ethan noticed the new seating arrangement.

To his surprise, the family had placed Serenity next to Mr. Brown. It was clear to Ethan that they had done this on purpose, as if they were trying to nudge Serenity toward someone they deemed "worthy" of her status. Mr. Brown, of course, sat smugly, leaning slightly in Serenity’s direction, with a bright smile on his face.

Serenity, on the other hand, was visibly uncomfortable. Her body language gave her away—her shoulders were stiff, and her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress under the table. She wasn’t the type to voice her discomfort openly, and Ethan could see she was doing her best to remain polite and composed.

Ethan’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he looked away.

He understood Serenity’s predicament all too well. Read latest chapters at novelbuddy

This wasn’t just about seating—it was a calculated move by her family to solidify alliances and push their agenda.

Serenity was caught in the middle, as always, forced to endure their schemes without complaint.

However without saying anything Ethan settled into his seat beside the old master of the York family, his expression calm but attentive. At that moment the old master turned to him, his gaze filled with gratitude, and placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder.

"Young man, I’ll never forget what you did for my son that day," the old master said, his voice steady but warm. "I don’t know what sort of connection you have with someone like Mr. Davis, but I am grateful you used it for him."

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on ƒreewebɳovel.com.

Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, someone across the table interrupted.

It was Serenity’s uncle again, always eager to insert himself into the spotlight.

"Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?" the uncle said, leaning forward with a sly grin.

"I heard that Ethan once saved Mr. Davis’s son from an accident. That’s how they got to know each other. Isn’t that right, Ethan?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow, his lips pressed into a thin line. He hadn’t said a word, but the man continued speaking as if his version of the story was the truth.

"And," Serenity uncle added, "Mr. Davis probably rewarded him generously, maybe with money and a one-time favor call. Isn’t that how it works with people like him? You do something heroic, and they give you a golden ticket for future use."

At that moment there was a murmur of agreement around the table, family members nodding and exchanging glances as if the matter was settled.

However The old master of the York family smiled kindly at Ethan. "If that’s the case, then I must thank you even more. Using such a valuable opportunity on my son? That shows your character."