Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 275 -

The glint in the old man’s eyes said it all—this was a trap meant to test Ethan to say if he’s going move ahead with their plans or, worse, eliminate him.

Under the mask Ethan’s gaze flickered to the armed men spread out around the property.

They weren’t subtle, and Ethan could sense their tension.

Without being told he could tell this wasn’t just a welcoming committee; it was a show of force, a warning.

At that moment Old Master Silver stepped forward with a wide smile, extending his hand as if this was just a friendly meeting.

"Godly Investor," he said smoothly, "I’m glad you could make it. Shall we step inside?"

However Ethan didn’t take the offered hand, his voice even but cutting. "Quite the security you have here. Do you always greet your guests like this?"

The old man chuckled lightly, not missing a beat. "You can never be too careful these days, especially with the kind of people we deal with."

Still Ethan didn’t reply immediately. His eyes scanned the compound again, memorizing every detail, every exit. He knew this wasn’t the final destination, and Old Master Silver’s game was just beginning. But Ethan had no intention of being the pawn.

At that moment Ethan masked his annoyance with a look of feigned surprise as he approached Old Master Silver, his calm demeanor unwavering. As he drew nearer, two security men stepped forward, blocking his path. Their expressions were stoic, and their stance spoke of obedience to the old man’s every command.

Immediately Old Master Silver raised a hand slightly, his voice oozing politeness but carrying an undertone of control.

"Godly Investor, you understand we have to be cautious. These are delicate matters, and security is of utmost importance. My men will need to search you. No weapons, no phones allowed."

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Hearing what old master silver just said Ethan’s expression didn’t waver. He spread his arms slightly and said, "I’m not carrying anything dangerous. Just a phone. Do your search."

The security men approached cautiously, patting him down with methodical precision. As they worked, Ethan’s mind was already calculating his next moves, mapping out scenarios based on the old man’s every word and action. The phone was the only item they found.

One of the guards held it up, and Old Master Silver gestured towards the house. "Leave it here. We wouldn’t want any disruptions, now would we?"

Ethan nodded coolly, walking back to the house to place the phone down himself. He was careful to position it in a way that it wasn’t immediately visible, just in case he needed it later.

Once he returned, Old Master Silver gave him an approving smile, as though they were old friends about to embark on a pleasant drive.

"Apologies for the inconvenience," the old man said as they climbed into a sleek black car. His tone was warm, but the apology lacked sincerity.

"You know how it is in our world. Trust is earned, not given."

At that moment Ethan slid into the passenger seat without comment, his face calm but his thoughts racing.

As the car started, he glanced at the old man beside him, noting the slight smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.

It wasn’t overconfidence, Ethan realized—it was a test, a deliberate play to see how far he would bend to the Silver family’s will.

"Where are we headed?" Ethan asked, his tone casual, even friendly.

At that moment Old Master Silver chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "All in good time. Rest assured, Goldy investor, the real meeting place will be worth the trouble."

However Under his mask Ethan returned the old man’s smile with one of his own, hiding the simmering anger that threatened to surface.

At that moment he nodded.

Let him play his games for now, Ethan thought. Every move he makes brings me closer to understanding his hand.

The car moved down the long driveway.

Not long after the car slowed as it approached the imposing gate at the entrance of the street. Ethan observed the guards stationed there, each of them armed and vigilant, their eyes scanning the vehicle with precision.

The old master of the Silver family gestured casually out of the window, and without hesitation, the gates creaked open, revealing what lay beyond.

At that moment Ethan’s sharp gaze took in the street as the car rolled forward. It was eerily quiet, with not a single civilian in sight.

The houses lining the street were large and well-built, but their windows revealed no sign of ordinary life. No lights flickering from televisions, no curtains swaying, no faint sounds of conversation—nothing.

However at first glance, it seemed as if the area was deserted, but as Ethan’s eyes roamed more carefully, he began to notice the truth. Each house had armed men stationed on the rooftops and in the shadows of porches. Groups of security guards patrolled the street in synchronized movements, their weapons glinting under the dim lights.

At that moment It became clear that these were not ordinary homes, but barracks for the Silver family’s private army. The entire street was a fortress, every corner fortified and every building repurposed for one purpose—to protect the secrets of the circle.

However Ethan maintained a calm facade, but his mind churned with possibilities. He’d expected precautions, but this level of security was beyond what he had anticipated. If this was only the surface of what the circle could muster, he couldn’t help but wonder what lay deeper.

As the car drove further, the density of guards only increased. They passed several checkpoints, each one manned by heavily armed teams who saluted the old master as the car glided by.

"Impressive, isn’t it?" Old Master Silver said, breaking the silence. His voice held a hint of pride. "This street is one of our most secure locations. No one gets in or out without our permission."

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At that moment Ethan turned his head slightly, giving the old man a faint nod. "You’ve certainly invested heavily in security. Though I must say, it feels more like a war zone than a neighborhood."

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The old man chuckled, clearly pleased with the observation. "One must always be prepared, Goldy investor. In our line of work, trust is a rare commodity, and power must be protected at all costs."

At that moment Ethan nodded, his expression betraying nothing. As the car finally came to a stop in front of a large, unmarked building at the end of the street, he glanced out of the window one last time, taking in the armed men stationed in clusters around the entrance.

The message was clear: this was a place meant for control and intimidation. And Ethan, for now, was playing along.