Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 251 -

However upon giving it a second thought Mr. Brown swallowed hard, his confident demeanor now riddled with cracks.

The manager didn’t say anything earlier, and if it was him he would have mentioned it.

Could it be the manager made the mistake or something.

At that moment his gaze darted nervously between Ethan and the York family, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. What if Ethan really called the manager back? What if it turned out to be a mistake? He could already imagine the humiliation, the whispers behind his back.

After he had taken credit for everything.

The fear clawed at him, but before he could muster a response, Serenity’s uncle spoke up, his voice laced with irritation.

"Ethan, who do you think you are?" the uncle snapped. "Have you even been to a place like this before? Do you have any idea how things work in establishments of this caliber? This isn’t some roadside diner where you haggle over who ordered what!"

Immediately another member of the York family chimed in, his tone dripping with condescension. "Exactly. If there’s been a mistake, it’s the manager’s fault, not Mr. Brown’s. And if that’s the case, Mr. Brown doesn’t need to justify himself to you or anyone else. The manager will be the one to face the consequences."

Upon hearing what they just said.

Ethan tilted his head slightly, his expression calm, but his sharp eyes took in every detail—the indignation on the family’s faces, Mr. Brown’s trembling hands, Serenity’s curious glance.

He could see how deeply ingrained their arrogance was, how quick they were to protect their own without question.

Another voice, an older relative, cut through the noise.

"Honestly, Ethan, if you’re going to act like this, maybe you should excuse yourself. This isn’t your place to be challenging people like Mr. Brown. He’s been a respected professional for years, and he has good the opportunity to work closer to the Godly investor, and you… well, what exactly do you contribute to this table?"

At that moment Ethan’s gaze flickered toward the man, his silence more unnerving than any retort he could’ve offered. They didn’t know, and their ignorance only fueled their audacity.

However Serenity knows Ethan wouldn’t say anything without being sure or know something .

She has seen it many times and he has proven her wrong in those occasions.

At that moment Serenity finally broke her silence, her voice softer but edged with unease.

"Uncle, maybe Ethan has a point. If it’s a mistake, wouldn’t it be better to clear it up now than let it fester?"

Immediately Her uncle waved her off dismissively.

"Serenity, stay out of this. Ethan doesn’t understand how things work. He’s embarrassing himself and, frankly, all of us by acting like this."

The room was filled with murmurs of agreement, and Mr. Brown took the opportunity to straighten up slightly, regaining a sliver of his composure.

He offered Ethan a faint, almost patronizing smile.

"There’s no need to cause a scene, Ethan. These kinds of honors are given all the time. It’s really not worth questioning, I know you won’t understand."

Ethan let out a slow breath, his fingers tapping idly on the edge of the table. His calm was deliberate, a choice to rise above their taunts and assumptions.

He met Mr. Brown’s gaze, his voice steady and pointed.

"You’re right. It’s not worth questioning—unless the honor isn’t earned."

Mr. Brown’s faint smile wavered, and a flicker of panic crossed his face.

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The York family, oblivious to the underlying tension, erupted in more complaints, directing their disdain toward Ethan for what they saw as an unnecessary and petty challenge.

"If the manager did make a mistake," another family member sneered, "then Mr. Brown will walk away with his head held high, he doesn’t have anything to worry about. The restaurant staff will deal with the fallout. That’s how these things are handled. But you wouldn’t know that, would you?"

At that moment Mr. Brown’s demeanor shifted, a calculated calmness settling over him as he carefully chose his next words.

"If it’s truly a mistake, I’d rather pay for it and clear it up quietly than let things escalate," he said with a faint smile, his confidence returning as he played to the family’s arrogance.

"No need for unnecessary drama, when I can clear up the mess."

The York family erupted into praises, their voices overlapping in admiration.

"That’s the kind of man Mr. Brown is!" Serenity’s uncle declared with a proud grin. "A true gentleman who doesn’t back down but knows how to handle things gracefully."

"He’s always been the one to keep things in order," added another relative, nodding approvingly.

"No wonder he’s such a vital part of the godly investor’s team."

However Ethan stood silently amidst the commotion, his gaze flickering between the overconfident Mr. Brown and the sycophantic York family.

Their words rolled off Mr. Brown like waves feeding his ego, and Ethan could almost feel the man basking in the undeserved adoration.

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"Shall we?" The manager’s voice interrupted the chatter, gesturing for the group to follow.

"The food is ready, and I believe you’ll find it most satisfactory."

The family eagerly moved forward, their excitement palpable. Mr. Brown took his place at the forefront, walking with an air of triumph as if he had orchestrated the entire scenario. Ethan lingered slightly behind, his expression unreadable.

As they approached the box dinning table, Ethan quietly excused himself.

"I’ll catch up in a moment. Need to find the restroom."

Immediately Serenity glanced at him curiously, but before she could question, Ethan had already turned away, blending into the restaurant’s opulent corridors.

Instead of heading toward the restroom, Ethan slipped past a discreet door marked.

"Staff Only."

He navigated through the halls with purpose, his steps silent yet firm, until he arrived at a polished wooden door that read.

"Manager’s Office."

Ethan rapped his knuckles against the door before pushing it open, stepping inside with the kind of authority that required no invitation.

The manager looked up from his desk, startled but immediately respectful.