Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 257 -

At that moment the room was silent, save for the soft rustle of paper as the manager scanned the documents. Finally, he closed the file and looked up at Ethan, then at the York family. "We’ve checked our database thoroughly," he said, his tone sharp and precise. "And Mr. Brown’s name never came up as having reserved or dined in any of the heavenly boxes or Even our VIP room. Not once."

Immediately Gasps filled the air, and Serenity’s uncle turned sharply to Mr. Brown.

"What’s the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice teetering between anger and disbelief.

Immediately Mr. Brown’s face turned crimson, sweat glistening on his forehead.

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"wait," he stammered, raising his hands defensively.

"I... I was just about to pay now. That’s why I offered to cover the cost earlier. It’s all a misunderstanding."

At that moment The manager arched an eyebrow, his unimpressed expression unwavering.

"A misunderstanding, you say?"

He motioned to the security guards. "Escort them out. We don’t tolerate liars or disruptions in this establishment."

"What?" Serenity’s uncle barked, his face flushing with indignation. "Do you know who we are? You can’t just throw us out like common—"

But before he could finish, one of the guards stepped forward, his presence alone silencing any further protest. The other guard moved toward the York family, gesturing firmly for them to leave.

"This is outrageous!"

one of the family members cried as they reluctantly stood, their pride bruised. Mr. Brown, however, looked like a man on the verge of collapse. His earlier bravado had completely vanished as he stumbled toward the door, mumbling weak excuses about how the restaurant staff must have made a mistake.

At that moment the voices outside the restaurant were growing louder, a cacophony of frustration and humiliation.

The York family, led by Mr. Brown’s boisterous indignation, hurled insults toward the establishment, their words tinged with bitterness and embarrassment.

"This is unacceptable!"

Mr. Brown roared, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

"I’ll make sure everyone hears about this! They’ll regret treating us this way!"

Ethan standing close to a table, his fingers lightly drumming against the table. His expression was stoic, but his thoughts simmered with irritation. He hadn’t intended for things to spiral like this.

His aim had been to expose Mr. Brown for the fraud he was, not to turn the York family into a spectacle on the street.

Yet here they were, their loud complaints echoing through the night.

"You’ve done enough damage!" one of the York family members hissed at Mr. Brown, though their tone lacked conviction.

Immediately others nodded in agreement, clearly annoyed by the scene he was creating.

"Calm down, Mr. Brown,"Serenity’s uncle interjected, though his voice carried little authority.

"We don’t need more attention right now."

But Mr. Brown, emboldened by his bruised ego, wasn’t ready to back down.

"Do you know who I am?" he bellowed, pointing at the restaurant as if it were a mortal enemy.

"I’ll have this place blacklisted! Nobody treats me like this and gets away with it!"

Ethan watched from the side, shaking his head slightly. Good liar or not, he thought, Mr. Brown’s arrogance will be his downfall. There was a fleeting temptation to step into the scene and end the charade, but he decided against it. Some people were better left to dig their own graves.

Just then, Serenity’s uncle, who had been fiddling nervously with his phone, stiffened. His screen lit up with an incoming call, and his brows furrowed as he glanced at the number. Without hesitation, he answered.

"Hello? Yes, this is he."

The shift in his demeanor was immediate. His confident posture faltered, and the faint color drained from his face.

"What?" he stammered, stepping away from the group to hear better. "You’re calling from the godly investor agency? I… I don’t understand. Can you repeat that?"

Upon hearing what Serenity uncle just said.

The York family turned their attention to him, their heated arguments momentarily forgotten. Mr. Brown stopped mid-rant, his eyes narrowing as he tried to read Serenity’s uncle’s expression. A strange silence fell over the group, their earlier bravado now replaced with unease.

After taking a deeper breath and cleared his throat Serenity’s uncle said again with a cheerful tone, his voice full of confidence as he greeted the person on the other end.

"This is York,"

he said, expecting good news that would salvage their tarnished evening.

But within moments, his smile began to fade. His brows furrowed deeply, and his lips parted as though he struggled to comprehend the words being spoken.

"What do you mean you’re withdrawing from the project?"

His voice cracked slightly, catching the attention of the entire York family.

Immediately they all turned to face him, their previous chatter and complaints silenced by the sudden tension.

At that moment the call ended abruptly, leaving Serenity’s uncle holding the phone in stunned silence.

He stared at the screen, his hand shaking slightly before lowering it. "They… they said the godly investor has directed the agency to officially withdrawn from our project,"he finally managed to say, his voice hollow.

The announcement hit the family like a thunderclap.

Immediately Gasps filled the air, and their once-confident expressions were replaced with shock and confusion.

Mr. Brown, however, was quick to recover.

Within wasting anymore time he stepped forward, forcing a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Nonsense," he declared, waving a dismissive hand.

"That must’ve been a scam call. These kinds of things happen all the time, remember the york has been on the news since yesterday. They’ll probably call back and ask for some money to reopen the deal."

At that moment the York family exchanged uncertain glances, their fear momentarily soothed by Mr. Brown’s explanation.

"You think so?" Serenity’s uncle asked, his voice tinged with desperation. He seemed to cling to Mr. Brown’s words as if they were a lifeline.

"Of course," Mr. Brown said with a confidence he didn’t truly feel. He adjusted his tie and straightened his posture, trying to project an air of authority.

"This is just a cheap trick. The godly investor wouldn’t pull out of something as lucrative as your project without a valid reason. Trust me."

The family nodded slowly, their collective panic subsiding under the weight of Mr. Brown’s reassurances. They began murmuring among themselves, convincing each other that this was nothing more than a minor hiccup.

"It’s probably nothing," one of them said.

"These scammers are everywhere these days."