Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 254 -

At that moment Ethan placed his phone on the table casually, his expression calm yet piercing. The room buzzed with conversation, the York family heaping more praise on Mr. Brown.

Again Serenity’s uncle raised another toast to the man of the hour, exalting his supposed brilliance.

However Ethan remained silent, his presence understated but commanding. Then, with a deliberate tone, he broke the flow.

"I’ve been asking all these questions because I heard something disturbing," Ethan said, his voice slicing through the chatter.

"Word is, the Godly Investor is pulling away from the York family deal due to mistrust."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said The room froze mid-toast. Forks clinked against plates as everyone turned to stare at Ethan, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

The air felt heavier, as though his words had sucked the life out of the celebration. Serenity’s uncle blinked a few times before leaning forward.

"What did you just say?"

Ethan met his gaze steadily, leaning back in his chair.

"You heard me. Mistrust. It seems the Godly Investor no longer believes in the integrity of this partnership."

Immediately the color drained from Mr. Brown’s face.

"Ethan," he began, his voice laced with forced laughter, "you can’t be serious. That’s not possible. If something like that were true, I’d have been the first to know."

At that moment the York family erupted in murmurs of panic and speculation, some already pulling out their phones.

Serenity’s uncle waved his hand dismissively, attempting to downplay the situation.

"This has to be a mistake. The deal is ironclad. Mr. Brown, tell them—"

"Relax, everyone!" Mr. Brown interrupted, though his voice carried an edge of uncertainty. "Let’s not lose our heads over baseless rumors. There’s no way this could happen without my knowledge."

Despite his confident tone, he was already reaching for his phone. One by one, the family members began refreshing their news feeds, scrolling with feverish desperation. The seconds stretched unbearably as the silence thickened. Finally, one of them scoffed, trying to break the tension.

"There’s nothing here," they said, holding up their screen. "No news, no updates, no announcements. Ethan must be mistaken."

Ethan’s lips curled into a faint smirk as he watched them, his gaze sharp and calculating.

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He rested his chin on his hand, his demeanor unreadable.

"Oh, I’m sure the news will surface soon enough," he said, his tone chillingly calm.

The family exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier confidence cracking under the weight of Ethan’s cryptic words.

Mr. Brown tried to laugh, but it came out hollow.

"You’re bluffing," he said, but the unease in his eyes betrayed him.

Ethan remained silent, letting the weight of his statement linger, his composed presence more unsettling than any outburst could have been.

At that moment Serenity’s uncle leaned back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face as he spoke with an air of absolute confidence. Your next read is at novelbuddy

"Let me tell you something, Ethan," he said, swirling the wine in his glass lazily.

"If the Godly Investor’s estate company was planning to pull out of any deal with the York family, I’d be the first to know. Trust me, they value this project far too much to entertain such an idea."

His words carried a self-assured arrogance that seemed to ripple through the room. He gestured broadly, addressing everyone present.

"You see, when their representatives came to discuss the initial terms, they treated me like royalty. Every word, every suggestion I made, was taken seriously. That’s the kind of respect the York family commands."

However Ethan sat quietly, his face unreadable, but his eyes held a flicker of amusement. Serenity’s uncle continued, encouraged by the nods of agreement from the family members around him.

"And let’s not forget Mr. Brown here," he said, raising his glass toward the man who looked equally smug.

"He’s the one who manages the contracts. He gives the orders, decides who gets what. If there’s any problem, it’s him they’ll call, not you, Ethan or anyone you think you know."

The room erupted in murmurs of agreement, their confidence growing with each passing second. Immediately Mr. Brown puffed out his chest, basking in the family’s praise.

"That’s right," he said, leaning forward as if to emphasize his authority.

"Every deal runs through me. Every approval, every denial. I’m the one they trust to handle these matters."

Serenity’s uncle smirked, pointing his glass toward Ethan.

"So, unless you’ve somehow become their go-to guy overnight, I’d say your little rumor holds no water. Honestly, Ethan, it’s laughable."

However Mr. Brown felt a sudden rush of heat, his heart pounding against his ribcage as Ethan’s words lingered in the air. His confidence faltered, but he quickly masked it with a dismissive laugh.

"It seems," he said, clearing his throat and sitting straighter in his chair, "that Ethan is trying to sow discord within the York family. After all the praise Old Master York just gave him, this is how he repays us? What a disgrace."

The murmurs of agreement from the family rippled through the room, though the tension in their voices betrayed a flicker of doubt. Serenity’s uncle smirked, raising his glass once more.

"Let’s not waste time on baseless accusations. Mr.Brown has proven himself time and again. Let’s focus on enjoying this dinner, shall we?"

At that moment Someone chimed in from across the table, trying to shift the mood.

"What’s keeping the waiter so long, anyway? We’ve been here for ages without being served."

The room’s energy shifted as footsteps echoed outside the box. The door opened, and the manager stepped inside, flanked by a few waitresses.

The sight of them brought an air of expectation, but the expressions on their faces were anything but celebratory.

Immediately the manager cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the room briefly before landing on Ethan.

He nodded slightly in acknowledgment before addressing the York family.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his tone measured but firm, "I regret to inform you that the special guest who initially extended this privilege has withdrawn their request. As of now, the York family no longer has access to the benefits initially arranged."

The announcement dropped like a bomb in the room. Gasps and confused murmurs erupted, with Mr. Brown’s face turning pale. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice shaking slightly.

"Who made this decision?"

The manager remained professional, his hands clasped in front of him.

"The special guest who facilitated this arrangement decided it was no longer appropriate. We were instructed to ensure that the benefits would be rescinded immediately."