Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 249 -

At that moment The room was heavy with curiosity as the manager stood at the doorway, his polished demeanor betraying the weight of the announcement he was about to make.

Immediately The York family started exchanging bewildered glances, unsure of what to make of his presence.

Old Master York, always one for directness, finally broke the silence. "Manager, what’s all this about?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with authority.

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At that moment the manager clasped his hands in front of him, his face a practiced mask of professionalism.

"It’s an honor to have such esteemed guests at our establishment tonight," he began. His gaze swept the table before landing briefly on Ethan.

"Due to the special guest the York family has brought with them, we would like to upgrade you to our premier box. It is our finest space, reserved for only the most distinguished visitors. Furthermore, as a gesture of appreciation, your entire evening will be complimentary."

Upon hearing what the manager just said the air in the room froze as the words sunk in.

"What?" Serenity’s uncle exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up.

"Complimentary? The best box?"

The younger Yorks murmured amongst themselves, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Even Old Master York seemed momentarily taken aback, though he quickly masked his shock with a measured nod.

At that moment Serenity’s father leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at the manager.

"Are you saying this is because of Mr. Brown?" His tone carried a hint of disbelief, but also a desperate eagerness to hear confirmation.

However Before the manager could respond, Mr. Brown puffed out his chest and offered a smug smile, clearly basking in the assumption. "Well, I don’t mean to take all the credit," he said, chuckling lightly. "But it’s true—I do have considerable influence in places like this. It’s only natural for such arrangements to be made because of me."

However Ethan, who had been silently observing the exchange, raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. At that moment he leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his expression one of quiet amusement.

The manager’s eyes flickered briefly to Ethan again, the faintest trace of unease passing over his face. "Actually," the manager began, choosing his words carefully, the Waitress told him about Ethan personality, he’s someone that doesn’t like to show him, and exposing his identity now, might lead to some kind of trouble he doesn’t want.

"This gesture is not tied to any one individual’s influence. It is simply a recognition of the York family’s esteemed guest we have."

At that moment the table fell silent as everyone processed the statement. All eyes slowly turned to Ethan, who remained seated, unbothered by the attention now centered on him.

However Serenity’s uncle, still unwilling to accept the words, scoffed. "What nonsense. What could Ethan possibly have done to warrant this kind of treatment? Surely, Manager, you’re mistaken."

At that moment Old Master York cleared his throat, cutting through the growing tension.

"Enough," he said firmly.

"If the manager says it is for our guest and doesn’t want to mention any name, then let it be. We are here to enjoy the evening, not dissect every decision."

As the manager exited the room, his polished shoes tapping against the marble floor, the waiter stepped forward, ready to guide the group to their upgraded room. The York family rose from their seats, their expressions a mix of excitement and awe.

"Well, well, Mr. Brown," Serenity’s uncle said with a hearty laugh.

"It seems your reputation precedes you, even when you decide not to announce yourself, you’re truly Remarkable!"

The others chimed in, their voices overlapping in a chorus of admiration.

"Mr. Brown, you truly are invaluable!" one of the younger family members gushed. Another added, "With you around, it feels like the York family’s influence is limitless."

Mr. Brown soaked it all in, his chest puffing out as he adjusted his tie. "Well, I can’t say I expected this level of recognition," he admitted, his tone dripping with faux humility. "But it’s clear that the work I do does not go unnoticed."

However Ethan trailed behind the group, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp, taking in the scene as if it were a well-rehearsed play. Serenity lingered by his side, her gaze flickering between him and the rest of her family, a silent question etched on her face.

As they walked, Mr. Brown continued to bask in the attention. "Since the godly investor took over the company, it’s as if the entire landscape of business has shifted," he mused aloud, his voice carrying just enough volume to ensure everyone could hear.

"I’ve noticed that my position as financial manager for one of his companies has become... quite significant for my progress and recognition."

Ethan raised an eyebrow but said nothing, letting Mr. Brown revel in his self-imposed glory. The waiter led them through a series of elegantly decorated hallways, the walls adorned with intricate artwork and golden sconces that cast a warm glow.

"Strange things, indeed," Serenity’s uncle remarked, nodding in agreement with Mr. Brown.

"It’s no wonder the godly investor is regarded so highly. He has a way of making even the smallest connection feel like a golden ticket."

As they reached the door to the premier box, Mr. Brown turned to face the group, his face alight with self-satisfaction.

"This is just the beginning," he declared.

"With my influence and the York family’s prestige, there’s no telling how far we can go."

At that moment the waiter opened the door, revealing a lavishly furnished room with a panoramic view of the city skyline.

Immediately The York family gasped in unison, their earlier praise for Mr. Brown reaching a fever pitch.

Ethan, however, remained silent, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

His gaze lingered on Mr. Brown for a moment, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Serenity, noticing his expression, leaned closer.

"What’s on your mind?" she whispered.

Ethan glanced at her, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.

"Oh, nothing," he said lightly. "Just enjoying the show."

Hearing Ethan words Serenity frowned but didn’t press further, following the family inside. As the door closed behind them, Ethan’s smirk deepened. Strange things, indeed. Experience more content on novelbuddy