Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 263 -

At that moment Naomi’s piercing eyes shifted to Ethan, who remained seated in the corner with an unimpressed look. "Ethan," she said, her tone dripping with skepticism, "were you aware of this grand celebration in your honor?"

At that moment Ethan smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair. "Not at all," he replied, his voice calm and cutting. "In fact, I wasn’t even invited. They practically dragged me here."

upon hearing what Ethan just said Naomi expression hardened as she turned back to the York family. "The godly investor rarely changes his mind," she said coldly. "And I honestly can’t fathom why he ever chose a low-life family like yours in the first place. Maybe it was a moment of pity or curiosity. Either way, I’d suggest you all head to the nearest church or whatever you believe in and pray—pray hard—that he has a change of heart."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her presence as commanding in her departure as it was in her arrival.

At that moment The York family was left in stunned silence, her words echoing in their minds like a cruel reminder of their failure.

They couldn’t believe Ethan just denied them, everything like it was nothing to him.

However none of them could blame him not after how he was treated.

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Serenity’s uncle finally broke the silence, his face a mixture of anger and desperation.

"We can’t just stand here and do nothing!" he exclaimed. "I’ll call the representatives who came to our company. I’m sure I can convince them to reconsider. They’ll see that this is just a misunderstanding."

Hearing what he just said.

The rest of the family nodded, clinging to his words like a lifeline, but Serenity’s gaze fell on Ethan, her eyes searching for answers in his unreadable expression. Ethan remained silent, letting the weight of the moment settle over them all.

The tension in the air seemed to ease as the York family dispersed to their respective corners, each consumed by their own thoughts and frustrations. Left behind were Serenity and Ethan, the quiet between them far more bearable than the chaos that had just unfolded.

Serenity wanted to apologize to Ethan knowing she was the one that begged him to come and now her family treated him like shit, like he doesn’t even exist.

She was too shamed to look him in the eyes.

At that moment Serenity sighed, her shoulders slumping as she looked at Ethan.

"I tried to warn them," she said softly, her voice tinged with disappointment. "I told them Mr. Brown was lying, that they needed to check things carefully, but they wouldn’t listen. They never listen."

Hearing what Serenity just said.

Ethan crossed his arms, his expression contemplative. "It’s hard to convince people when they’re blinded by greed," he said. "But at least now they’ve seen the truth, even if it’s too late."

Serenity nodded, her gaze falling to the ground. After a moment of silence, Ethan tilted his head slightly and asked, "How’s your aunt? The one who was hospitalized?"

A small smile appeared on Serenity’s face. "She’s fine now, thanks to you," she said. "The doctors say she’ll make a full recovery soon."

"That’s good to hear," Ethan replied, his tone light but genuine. He glanced around, noticing how Serenity hesitated, her eyes scanning the area as if searching for something.

"Looking for a ride?"

Serenity let out an embarrassed laugh. "Yeah. With everything that happened, I didn’t realize there’s no one left to take me home."

At that moment Ethan raised an eyebrow, then gestured toward his car.

"Come on. I’ll take you."

She blinked in surprise, a bit hesitant, but eventually nodded. "Thanks, Ethan."

The drive to Serenity’s home was quiet, but not awkward. Serenity occasionally glanced at Ethan, as if trying to figure him out, his calmness was something she doesn’t understand just yet, while Ethan focused on the road, his expression unreadable.

The York family’s troubles were spiraling out of control. Their financial decisions, driven by arrogance and blind trust in fleeting success, had left them drowning in debt. Cars, lavish purchases, and unnecessary expenses weighed heavily on them now, and the stress was palpable. Voices clashed in heated arguments, each blaming the other for their reckless decisions. The living room echoed with the chaos of their downfall, a sharp contrast to their once-proud demeanor.

Not long after Serenity and Ethan and they stepped into the York family’s grand living room, his presence unnoticed at first. The air was thick with tension, but it was the commanding voice of an elderly woman that caught his attention. She was seated in a wheelchair, but her posture and fiery eyes conveyed an aura of authority that demanded respect. Ethan paused, surprised. Serenity has a grandmother? And not just any grandmother, but one who seems to be the true matriarch of this dysfunctional family.

"Useless! Every single one of you!" the old woman barked, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. "You squander money like water, and now look at us—debt up to our necks! If that contract isn’t secured, I swear I’ll have Jefferson mouth stitched shut! You’ll have nothing to say next time!"

Serenity uncle, visibly shaken, stammered, "Mother, it’s not my fault! Mr. Brown—"

"Don’t you dare mention that fool’s name in my house again!" she thundered, slamming her hand on the armrest of her wheelchair. "It’s your fault for trusting him in the first place! I should’ve let you rot in that garage you called an office and see what you have done."

The entire room went silent, her words leaving everyone frozen in place. Ethan, leaning against the doorframe, raised an eyebrow, impressed by her commanding presence. So this is the backbone of the York family. No wonder they’ve managed to survive this long—she’s terrifying.

Before anyone could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. Serenity entered, her face pale, just as a group of well-dressed men strode into the room. Their tailored suits and cold expressions gave them an air of quiet menace.

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Immediately Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly. He recognized the insignia on their pins. The Silver family.

Immediately the tension in the room, already at a breaking point, skyrocketed. The grandmother straightened in her chair, her sharp eyes narrowing.

"And what do they want now?" she muttered under her breath, her tone icy.

Ethan, however, didn’t move from his spot. He crossed his arms, his gaze locking with the man leading the group. He could feel the storm brewing, and for some reason, he wasn’t entirely sure the York family was prepared for it.