Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 242 -

At that moment the family stared at Ethan, their shocked expressions morphing into uneasy glances at one another. The eldest son, seated closest to the family head, clenched his fists, but before he could speak, Ethan’s calm, calculated voice cut through the room like a blade.

"That’s right," Ethan said, his tone sharp and unwavering.

"I defeated every single one of your men. And now you’ll deal with the consequences of daring to cross someone like me."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said the head of the family, a middle-aged man with a broad frame and a thin layer of arrogance etched into his every gesture, threw his head back in laughter.

He couldn’t believe what he just heard, a nobody just walked into his house to utter nonsense.

"You?"

He sneered, wiping a tear from his eye.

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"Do you even know who we are, boy? We’re one of the largest sponsors in the entertainment industry. You’re merely a chief examiner—an employee. You exist because of families like ours. who are will to spend money in project.

And you think you can stand here and threaten us?"

The family’s confidence seemed to rekindle with the head’s words, their smug faces aligning as if rehearsed. Ethan remained unmoved, his eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail as if calculating his next move.

Again The room erupted in laughter at Ethan’s words. The head of the family leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as if Ethan had just told the most amusing joke of the century.

"Who do you think deserves more respect here?" the man asked, his voice dripping with condescension. "You think you can walk into our home and dictate terms? Who are you to sever our sponsorship with JSK entertainment company? You must truly be delusional." Read new adventures at novelbuddy

At that moment he pointed at Ethan.

" I don’t really know what you’re up to, but let me tell you this, i don’t care what you did to the men, but have it in mind, don’t utter nonsense in front of me or you pay for your every word."

Hearing what the man just said.

Ethan couldn’t help shake his head in disappointment, he couldn’t believe everything he was hearing, for someone to publicly say those nonsense it just showed he has done it multiple times and he has gotten away with it.

Ethan barely chuckled, the sound low and dismissive.

"From today onward," he said, his tone cutting through their mockery like a knife, "your sponsorship with the entertainment company is over. Someone more deserving will replace you."

At that moment the man’s chuckling slowed, a faint flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before his arrogant mask returned. "Over?" he repeated mockingly. "Do you think you have that kind of authority? You must think you’re the owner of the company, the so-called godly investor."

Ethan shrugged, his expression calm and detached.

"I’m not," he replied coolly. "But I don’t need to be. Minors like you can be fired with a few phone calls. And trust me, I know exactly who to call."

Upon hearing what just said the room fell into uneasy silence as the weight of Ethan’s confidence began to settle over them.

At that moment the master of the family slammed his hand on the table, his voice rising in anger.

"You don’t know anything about business, do you, Ethan? If this deal is cut off, the entertainment company stands to lose at least a hundred million dollars! No wise person would make such a reckless decision and I’m sure nobody would even listen to you."

Ethan stood unmoved, his expression as calm as ever.

"A hundred million dollars?" he repeated, his voice smooth and unwavering.

"They’ll make that back in less than two years. Probably even less if another sponsor steps in—one willing to pay double your contribution and I’m sure once we announce the cancellation of the contract with you, everyone would jump on the opportunity."

The room grew quiet as Ethan continued, his words slicing through the tension like a razor. "And with the upcoming events planned, the entertainment company stands to make over a billion dollars. That’s a fortune your family could’ve enjoyed as sponsors—if you’d chosen to remain."

At that moment Ethan’s eyes scanned the room, his gaze stopping briefly on each stunned face. "But since I’ll be removing you as sponsors," he added, his voice sharp and decisive, "that profit will no longer include you."

Again the room remained deathly silent, the weight of Ethan’s words pressing heavily on everyone present.

The man’s face turned red with anger.

"You don’t have the authority to do anything!" he snapped, his voice filled with venom. His fists clenched as he leaned forward, glaring at Ethan.

However Ethan didn’t flinch. Instead, he calmly reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "We’ll see about that," he said, his tone icy and firm.

He tapped the screen and placed a call.

"Naomi," he said evenly when the line connected. "I want this family’s sponsorship terminated immediately. Replace them with the car company—yes, the one that’s been eager to invest. I want this finalized in less than an hour."

At that moment the man’s eyes widened as Ethan spoke, his earlier confidence beginning to crack. His gaze darted around the room, searching for some kind of support or reassurance, but none of the family members dared to meet his eyes.

then Ethan hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "Anything else you’d like to say before it’s official?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet authority that silenced the room.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said the master of the family let out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed through the room. The FL, still fuming from her earlier humiliation, joined in, her laughter sharp and cutting.

"Who do you think you are, Ethan?" the master sneered, leaning back in his chair with a smug expression. "You’re just a chief examiner. Your job is to assess problems and report them to the higher-ups—not to play God. Cutting off deals? Finding replacements within an hour? Do you even hear yourself?"