Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

"You can't just—"

Naomi's face drained of color, her hands shaking as she gripped the doorframe.

"How do you even plan to do it?"

Her eyes darted between her phone and what was in front of her.
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At that moment Ethan's lips curled into a twisted smile, his shoulders squaring.

"You don't need to worry about that, I will find a way,"

he snarled, his vein pulsing at his temple.

"And I will retaliate immediately." His fingers flexed unconsciously at his sides, his knuckles started to white with tension.

After the exchange of words

the phone line went dead with a harsh click that made Naomi flinch. She stared at the phone, her breath coming in short, and sharp gasps.

Ethan left the house.

Hours later, as purple twilight crept across the sky, Naomi's boys moved through the house.

Ethan then brought out his phone and called the spokesman's number.

He cleared his throat twice, practicing his casual tone.

"Your house has been cleaned."

he said, forcing a lightness into his voice that made his jaw ache.

"Will you still be coming to stay?"

On the other end, Ethan could hear children's voices in the background, their fearful whispers making his stomach clench.

The spokesman's voice came through shaky, almost breaking.

His words fell like stones in the quiet room.

" I don't think i would want to risk it, my kids are frightened, including me"

he explained, wrapping the truth in polite excuses.

"We would find another place to stay tonight – or better still, sell the house and move to another place."

"Listen,"

Ethan said into the phone, his voice dropping to an almost hypnotic tone.

His fingers drummed against the leather steering wheel, betraying his inner tension.

"I have a place in mind. An estate. I will go show you."

He held his breath, feeling each heartbeat as he waited for the response.

The spokesman's hesitation crackled through the phone.

"I... I don't know, Mr. Ethan. After everything..."

"Trust me on this, you would love it and it's safe also"

Ethan's grip tightened on the phone.

"One chance to make this right"

He thought about it.

The spokeman nodded and the call ended.

Twenty minutes later Ethan went to pick the spokesmen and his family.

They were driving to the estate, The children's faces were pressed against their back-seat window, their earlier terror from earlier now replaced by wide-eyed wonder. "Amazing how quickly kids can forget,"

Ethan mused.

"or perhaps forgive."

When the car stopped in front of the house The children exploded from the car, their fear forgotten in the face of luxury.

They ran into the house and everyone followed.

"Look at the fountain!"

the youngest squealed, her pigtails bouncing as she jumped up and down.

"The water looks like diamonds!"

"Dad! Dad! There's a pool!"

her brother shouted, already pulling at his father's sleeve.

"And look at those trees outside, that are perfect for climbing!"

However The spokesman stood rooted to the spot, his face cycling through emotions, hope, and fear. His hands fidgeted with his car keys as he cleared his throat.

"Mr.Ethan, this is incredible, but we couldn't possibly—"

"Stop."

Ethan raised his hand, his face softening with an almost paternal expression.

"You don't have to pay for it, it's yours, you and your family can stay here."

He watched the spokesman's face, noting how the man's eyes widened, how his mouth opened slightly in shock.

"Sometimes debts can only be paid with kindness,"

Ethan said to himself.

The spokesman and his wife couldn't say anything but thank Ethan for everything he has done.

Ethan however decided to stay a little longer.

Later that evening, after the sound of the children's laughter had faded into peaceful sleep, Ethan and the spokesman sat in the mahogany-paneled study.

The leather chairs creaked like old secrets as the spokesman leaned forward.

"The doctors told me everything,"

he whispered, his face pale in the warm lamplight.

Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the room's cool air.

"They said I was declared dead. Multiple confirmations."

He then swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"And then you walked into the operating room..."

His voice cracked as his eyes met Ethan's, remembering the impossible words that numerous doctors had confirmed – he was dead before Ethan entered that room.

At that moment Ethan leaned back in his leather chair, shadows from the fireplace dancing across his angular features.

His eyes held a mysterious glint as he watched the spokesman's reactions.

"There are things in this world,"

he began, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper.

"That science can't explain."

His long fingers traced the rim of his glass, the crystal singing softly. "I tested an ancient healing stuff on you, and so luckily I think your heart hasn't stopped just yet,and it worked."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said the spokesman's eyes widened, his face paling further.

"Ancient healing stuff?"

His hands began to tremble so violently.

"Yes."

Ethan's eyes reflected the dancing flames, making them appear almost golden. His shoulders was relaxed, as if sharing this secret had lifted a weight.

"When they declared you dead, I used it. and it worked..."

he paused, choosing his words carefully.

"it's beyond modern understanding, and i know it was just luck"

He faced the spokesman.

"You were just lucky!"

A muscle twitches in Ethan's jaw as he holds back the full truth.

"If he knew everything,"

Ethan said to himself.

"he wouldn't sleep for weeks."

At that moment the spokesman's breath came in short gasps. His hands trembled as he set down his glass, nearly missing the table. Then tears welled in his eyes, catching the firelight.

"I... I don't know what to say."

His voice cracked with emotion. He ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it disheveled.

"You didn't just save my life. You gave my children their father back." His shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.

"Go,"

Ethan said softly, with a gentle smile playing at his lips as he nodded.

"Your family needs you."

The spoke man then nodded, and walked away as he doesn't know what to say anymore.

After the spokesman Walked away Ethan's phone buzzed against the mahogany desk.

It was Naomi that was calling.

immediately he answered the call.

"It's done,"

Naomi said.

"The bodies have been taken care of. No traces."

At that moment a slow predatory smile spread across Ethan's face, as he ended the call without a word. His movements became purposeful as he stood, his shoes clicking against the floor as he walked out of the estates into the cool night air.

"Time for the next phase"

he said to himself.

At that moment Ethan decided to use the staff powers again.

"Appearance change!"

Immediately he Invision who he wants to change to.

His features shifted and changed like wax under a flame. His shoulders broadened, his stance altered, and his very essence transformed.

Where Ethan had stood moments before, Giovanni now straightened his burgundy silk tie.

"It's time to pay a visit to Noah Silver."