Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Ethan's voice echoed confidently in the room, his tone unwavering.

"I think it would be better if you knew the man behind the mask," he said again, his eyes scanning the masked faces around the table. His words carried an air of authority that was impossible to ignore.

At that moment Slowly, one by one, the members of the Circle nodded, their curiosity piqued by Ethan's boldness.

They couldn't believe he would say such words, however since he wants that, they are willing to see who is behind the mask.

He rose from his seat with calm deliberation, each movement purposeful.

Immediately the tension in the room grew heavier with every step he took toward the center of the hall.

At that moment all eyes were fixed on him as he reached up and unfastened the mask from his face. With a deliberate motion, he removed it, revealing his identity.

Upon seeing what just happened the room froze.

Behold, standing in the center of the grand hall was none other than Ethan Winston.

Immediately Gasps filled the air, and the shock was palpable. The members of the Circle sat frozen in disbelief, their composure shattered by the revelation.

At that moment The old master of the Silver family stood abruptly, his chair screeching against the floor. His face contorted with a mixture of rage and astonishment.

"You…" the old master stammered, his voice trembling. "You're supposed to be dead! How—how could you—how could you possibly be the godly investor?"

Hearing what the old master of the sliver family just said.

Ethan's expression remained calm as he addressed the Circle, his tone carrying a quiet authority.

"You tried to kill me," he began, his words deliberate, each one carrying the weight of his anger. "Now, you'll face the consequences of messing with someone like me."

As he finished speaking, Ethan reached into his coat and brought out the staff, holding it firmly in his hand. The staff glinted under the dim lights, its aura unmistakable. The energy radiating from it was undeniable proof that Ethan was, indeed, the godly investor.

The room fell into a stunned silence, save for the faint hum of the staff's energy.

At that moment Each member of the Circle exchanged uneasy glances, the reality of Ethan's identity crashing down on them. The old master of the Silver family, however, began to chuckle softly, the sound cold and calculated.

"What a marvelous revelation," the old master said, his voice dripping with mockery. "But Ethan, you chose the wrong day and the wrong place to show your face." His laughter grew louder, reverberating through the room.

Before Ethan could respond, the sound of multiple footsteps echoed from the hallway. Heavy boots approached from all sides, the rhythm growing louder and more synchronized. Ethan turned his head slightly, his grip tightening on the staff as the doors around the room began to creak open, one by one.

The room tensed further as the masked men surrounding Ethan cocked their weapons, the metallic clicks echoing ominously. Every gun in the room was now trained on him, red laser dots dancing across his chest and forehead.

At that moment the Circle's master rose from his seat, his movements calm but dripping with authority. He retrieved a pristine black folder from the table and flung it toward Ethan. The document skidded across the polished floor and stopped at his feet.

"This," the master declared, his voice cold and unwavering, "is the real contract. You want to join the Circle? Then sign it. But understand this—once you do, we will control 35 percent of everything you own. In exchange, you will have our protection, influence, and benefits. Reject it, and this will be your final moment."

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Hearing what the man just said.

Ethan's gaze remained fixed on the master, his expression unreadable. He didn't glance at the document on the floor. The tension in the room was clear, the other Circle members watching intently, their masked faces betraying no emotion.

The master's voice hardened.

"I'm not asking. Sign it, or you die here."

Suddenly, the old master of the Silver family stood, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He reached up, ripping his mask off with trembling hands, his face contorted with rage. His voice thundered through the room.

"I will not allow this!" he shouted, his chest heaving. His eyes locked on Ethan with a venomous glare. "This man cannot join our Circle. He is a murderer! For God's sake, he killed my grandson!"

Again the room erupted into murmurs as the weight of his words settled over the Circle.

immediately the Circle's master turned his gaze to the old Silver master, his calm demeanor darkening as the confrontation escalated.

However Ethan remained motionless, his grip on the staff tightening subtly, his eyes scanning the room like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike.

At that moment old Master Silver's face was flushed with anger as he pointed an accusatory finger at Ethan.

"Why should this murderer be allowed to join us?" he bellowed. "He killed one of the Circle's own! According to our rules, his life is forfeit. He should be executed—no exceptions!"

Again the Circle's master, calm but firm, raised his hand to silence the outburst.

"Times have changed," he said, his voice measured but carrying an air of finality. " He's no ordinary man. He's the godly investor, a force we cannot ignore. Someone like him could elevate the Circle to heights we've never imagined."

However Ethan, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke, his tone sharp and commanding. "Enough," he said, cutting through their arguments like a blade. "You're all talking nonsense. Rules? Changes? What a joke."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The room went quiet as all eyes turned to him. Ethan took a single step forward, his staff firmly in hand. His presence alone seemed to suck the air out of the room.@@novelbin@@

"You think you hold power here?" Ethan continued, his voice steady but laced with disdain.

"I'm the one dictating the terms now. I'm not here to beg for a seat at your table. I'm here because I chose to be."

With that, Ethan slammed the base of his staff onto the ground.

Immediately a thunderous boom reverberated through the building, shaking the walls and causing several members to grip the table for support. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the air seemed to hum with raw energy.

The Circle members, including Old Master Silver, stared at Ethan in disbelief. Fear flickered across some of their masked faces, while others exchanged uncertain glances.