Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 261 -

Naomi’s words hung in the air like a thunderclap.

"This,"she said, her tone laced with icy authority, "is exactly why the York family was removed from the generosity list the godly investor was arranging. You allowed yourselves to believe that Mr. Brown—"

her sharp gaze darted to the man, who was visibly shrinking under her scrutiny "—a commoner with no substantial achievements of his own, was somehow the mastermind behind your contract. And worse, that the godly investor, a figure of unparalleled influence, would take orders from a bumpkin like him."

Her words were precise, each one landing with the weight of a gavel striking a judge’s bench.

Hearing what Naomi just said, everyone couldn’t believe their ears.

The York family stood frozen, their previously smug expressions morphing into masks of confusion and humiliation.

Even Mr. Brown, who had been trying to maintain a veneer of confidence, now looked pale and desperate, beads of sweat rolling down his temples.

At that moment Serenity’s uncle, who had been puffing himself up with bravado moments earlier, found his voice but not his confidence. His words were hesitant, almost trembling.

"Who... who are you?"

His eyes darted between Naomi and Mr. Brown, searching for some semblance of control over the situation.

However Naomi didn’t bother to respond to him immediately. Instead, she stepped closer to Mr. Brown, her movements slow and deliberate, like a predator circling its prey.

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She let the silence linger, allowing the weight of her presence to crush whatever dignity the York family had left.

Then when she finally turned her attention to Serenity’s uncle, her expression was a mixture of pity and disdain.

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"You don’t even know who you’re dealing with," she said, her voice calm but razor-sharp. "But you should. You’ve been riding on the coattails of a man whose name you can’t even speak. And now, you’ve let yourselves be led by a fraud. So tell me, Mr. Brown" —she turned her full attention back to him—"how exactly do you plan to explain this mess to the godly investor?"

The question hit like a sledgehammer.

At that moment Mr. Brown opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

However Serenity’s uncle, still reeling from Naomi’s presence, stammered, "Answer her, Brown! What is going on? And again, who is this woman?"

Immediately Mr. Brown’s face turned ashen as realization dawned upon him. His eyes widened in a mix of horror and disbelief as he finally connected the dots.

Naomi Bryson—the name that had seemed faintly familiar—suddenly carried the weight of authority that could crush him.

The right-hand woman of the godly investor. The person with direct access to power he could only dream of.

At that moment fear gripped his chest like a vice, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

He stumbled over his words, trying to salvage what little dignity he had left.

"I—I never used the name of the godly investor to do anything," he stammered, his voice trembling.

"I merely... praised the wonders of the godly investor and tell them how wonderful he’s and everyone would like to be like him including me. People... people must have misunderstood me."

Hearing what Brown just said.

Naomi crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, her piercing gaze pinning him to the spot. "Misunderstood you?"

she repeated, her tone dripping with skepticism.

"You’ve been parading around claiming to have personal dealings with the godly investor, making promises you had no authority to keep, and basking in praise for achievements that were never yours. Are you seriously going to stand here and tell me it was all a misunderstanding?"

Mr. Brown swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper.

"I—I swear!"

he insisted, his voice cracking under the weight of his own lies. "How... how would I ever be acquaintances with such a remarkable figure? It’s not possible! I’m just—just a humble employee!"

Upon hearing the words coming out from Brown mouths.

The York family exchanged uneasy glances, their previous confidence rapidly eroding. Serenity’s uncle, who had been loudly championing Mr. Brown moments earlier, now looked as if he wished he could disappear into the floor.

Ethan leaned back slightly, observing the unraveling scene with a faint, knowing smirk. His gaze flicked to Naomi, whose expression remained unreadable, like a storm waiting to break.

The York family froze in collective shock, their faces shifting from confusion to disbelief as Ethan calmly pulled out his phone and played the recording.

Mr. Brown’s voice echoed clearly in the tense atmosphere: confidently claiming he knew the godly investor, asserting his supposed role in influencing the investor’s decisions, and taking credit for the York family’s contract.

As the recording ended, the weight of his lies fell upon the group like a hammer. Serenity’s uncle pointed a trembling finger at Mr. Brown.

"You lied to us! You said you knew him! You dragged our family into this mess!"

The rest of the York family erupted in anger, their voices rising in heated accusations. "You made us look like fools!" "How could you?!" "Do you know what this will cost us?!"

At that moment Mr. Brown’s face twisted into desperation. His gaze darted around, searching for an escape, his façade crumbling. "Wait—wait! I can explain!"

he pleaded, his voice barely cutting through the storm of voices.

However before he could say more, Naomi stepped forward, her calm and commanding tone slicing through the chaos.

"Enough," she said, her sharp voice silencing the room. "Mr. Brown has done enough damage. Officers, arrest him for fraud and impersonation, and for every false promise he’s made under the godly investor’s name."

Immediately the police moved forward, but Mr. Brown’s eyes widened in sheer panic. His breath quickened, and his legs seemed to move on their own.

"No! I didn’t mean for it to go this far!"

he shouted, backing away from the officers.

Then, like a cornered animal, he turned and bolted. His feet pounded against the ground as he sprinted toward his car parked a short distance away. The York family watched in stunned silence, their anger momentarily eclipsed by disbelief.