Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

At that moment the man couldn't contain his grin. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, and bowed a full 90 degrees.

"Thank you, sir. I promise, I'll make it work," he said, his voice filled with determination. His confidence, bolstered by Ethan's trust in him, shone brighter than ever.

Ethan nodded slightly, then turned to address the room, his voice firm but composed. "Next time any of you have a have a plan, don't just sit quietly and wait for someone else to speak up. Speak your mind. I don't have time for hesitation." His words lingered in the air, heavy with authority and expectation.

With that, Ethan turned around and left the room and left, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

The room remained frozen, a mix of awe and disbelief etched onto every face.

Naomi, seated at the far end of the table, was no exception. Her eyes followed Ethan as he exited, her mind racing. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

A moment later, she stood abruptly and hurried after him, catching up as he reached the elevator.

"Ethan," she called out, her voice laced with curiosity and concern. "Wait."

Ethan turned to her, his expression calm as usual. "What is it?"

However Naomi hesitated for a moment before asking, "Where did you get a trillion dollars? You didn't have that a days ago."

Ethan's lips curved into a faint smirk.

Hearing what Naomi just said.

"It came from the sky," he said nonchalantly, his tone teasing but revealing nothing.

Naomi rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by his evasive answer. "Very funny. Anyway," she continued, her tone shifting, "I wanted to tell you that I'm taking a month off. My grandfather won't stop pestering me about marriage, and now that I'm in the public eye, it's nearly impossible to find someone genuine. I need to escape for a while—travel, see other countries, and maybe figure some things out."

At that moment Ethan nodded, his gaze steady. "Alright. Take the time you need."

Naomi smiled faintly, grateful for his understanding. But before she could say more, Ethan's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his grandmother's name flashing on the screen. Opening the message, he read her brief but clear instruction:

[Come to the house immediately.]

Without wasting anymore time Ethan slipped the phone back into his pocket, his mind already shifting to what awaited him at Lady Madison's.

As Ethan drove toward his grandmother's house, a thought crossed his mind, one that made him grip the steering wheel a little tighter.

'What if she's thinking of proposing marriage to me as well?'

The very idea made him scoff under his breath.

'If that's the case, I'll just run for it.'

Shaking the thought off, he refocused on the road. Before heading to her house, Ethan stopped by his estate to change into something more fitting. He chose a simple T-shirt.

The kind of outfit his grandmother would approve of. Once ready, he headed out, his mind still weighing the potential reasons behind her sudden summons.

When he arrived at Lady Madison's sprawling mansion, the sight that greeted him was unexpected. Jeremy's car was parked neatly in the driveway, and a familiar figure stood by the entrance, clipboard in hand—his grandmother's ever-efficient secretary.

Immediately Ethan stepped inside, the grandeur of the house as imposing as ever. The moment he crossed the threshold, Jeremy appeared, his usual energetic self. "Ethan!" he greeted warmly, striding over with a wide grin. "Good to see you."

Ethan extended his hand, and they exchanged a firm handshake. "Jeremy," Ethan replied, his tone polite but measured.

Jeremy gestured to a nearby set of chairs, his excitement evident. "Come on, let's sit. I've been waiting for you. Grandma's been talking about this meeting all day, and I'm curious."

Ethan raised an eyebrow but said nothing, following Jeremy to the seating area. They sat side by side, the polished wooden table between them reflecting the light of the chandelier overhead. Ethan's gaze drifted briefly to Mr. Landon, who was jotting something with his usual precision. Whatever this meeting was about, it seemed like it was going to be something significant.

At that moment Jeremy leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a sly grin.

"If this is about marriage, Grandma," he began, his voice carrying an air of mock confidence, "you don't have to worry about me. I already have someone, and I'm planning to settle down soon."

At that moment Lady Madison arched a brow, clearly intrigued but not entirely convinced. Jeremy continued, his tone softening. "She's a sweet one, Grandma. Not from one of those big families either. She's a local woman, someone who knows what real struggles look like."

Turning to Ethan, Jeremy smirked. "She's got sisters, you know. Maybe you could pick one, Ethan. Keep it in the family."

Ethan's rejection was immediate and firm. "No," he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument. His gaze didn't waver, and his composure was unshaken despite Jeremy's teasing.

Mr. Landon, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally interjected, his voice sharp. "Jeremy, enough. This isn't the time for your nonsense. What we're here for is far more important."

Immediately the room fell silent as all eyes turned to Lady Madison. She had been sitting quietly, her sharp gaze moving between the two men. Now, she leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the table. When she spoke, her voice carried a gravity that commanded attention.

"I'm getting old," she began, her tone steady but tinged with a rare vulnerability. "And as much as I dislike admitting it, I won't be here forever. This family business, this legacy—it needs someone to take it forward."

At that moment her gaze swept across the room, lingering on both Jeremy and Ethan.

"I've called you here because I need to know who among you is ready to succeed me. Who will take the reins and ensure the family's future?"@@novelbin@@

Immediately the weight of her words settled heavily over the room, the playful banter forgotten as the gravity of the moment took hold.

Ethan sat quietly, his expression unreadable, while Jeremy's confident demeanor wavered slightly, the seriousness of the situation finally sinking in.