Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Upon hearing what the governor just said Ethan couldn't help but smile.

"It would be unfortunate,"

Ethan said softly, adjusting his mask.

"if certain stories were to air on the evening news today. The public has such an appetite for scandal, especially involving... elected officials."

His voice carried just enough threat to make the Governor flinch.

"What exactly are you implying?" the Governor attempted bravado, but his voice quivered.

"Room 1507 at the Grand Hotel. Tuesday nights. Young Miss Sophia from that new drama series."

Ethan's words fell like ice into the silence.

"Shall I continue?"

immediately Ethan said words : The Governor's face went through several shades of pale.

"Perhaps,"

he whispered, his hands shaking as he pulled out a gold-embossed card.

"We should discuss this privately. Just the two of us."

His eyes darted nervously to the remaining officials in the room.

"My private number is on the back."

"Wise choice Mr Governor,"

Ethan replied, accepting the card with elegant indifference.

'How easily they crumble when their secrets are exposed.'

Without wasting any more time Ethan left the government house.

And went to his house inside the estate.

Ethan removed his mask with a bright smile on his face, then he remembered another meeting awaits him, his grandma.

"From threatening the governor to attending grandmother's gatherings."

he muttered to himself, changing into casual designer wear.

"What an interesting life I have."

His mind turned to weightier matters as he checked his appearance one final time. His grandmother's invitation loomed over everything else, a gathering that could make his political maneuvering look like child's play.

"Time to face a real power player," he said to his reflection, checking his watch.

"And Grandma doesn't need threats to be dangerous."

He said calmly before leaving the house.

However this time he decided to use a taxi
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The Madison estate loomed before him, centuries of old money and power carved into every stone.

Mr. Kyle, immaculate in his tailored suit, stood waiting at the grand entrance steps like a guardian of ancient traditions.

"Young Master Ethan,"

Kyle bowed slightly, his silver hair catching the afternoon light as he pointed to the entrance.

"Lady Madison spoke highly of your recent... achievements."

The pause in his words carried volumes of meaning.

"Mr. Kyle, nice to meet up."

Ethan nodded.

Inside, the chief maid, Mrs. Vivian, and her assistant, Miss Lisa, greeted Ethan with practiced deference. Their eyes held a mix of curiosity and caution - they couldn't believe after so many years Lady Madison had seen her grandson and he's standing right in front of them.

"What would you like us to prepare, Young Master?"

Mrs. Vivian asked, her starched uniform crisp as paper.

"Perhaps the imported beluga caviar? Or the aged wagyu beef lady Madison reserves for your special visit?"

"Anything will do, Mrs.Vivian," Ethan replied casually. He caught their exchanged glances of surprise.

Mr Kyle then led Ethan toward the main living room, the sound of measured voices growing louder.

" Lady Madison is with her Council."

he whispered.

"They rarely gather like this."

Ethan nodded without being told he could tell he was the one they were waiting for.

As the double doors opened, Ethan's enhanced senses took in the scene - Lady Madison, elegant and imposing, seated among five of the country's most influential figures. Their combined wealth and power could reshape nations, and they were all focused on his grandmother's every word.

upon seeing Ethan Lady Madison's eyes sparkled with hidden amusement as Ethan entered.

"Ah, here he is,"

she said, her voice carrying that familiar mix of honey and steel. "My grandson, whom we were just speaking about."

"Mr. Bernard,"

she gestured elegantly to a sharp-eyed man in his sixties.

"His business empire spans three continents, though I hear he's recently expanded to a fourth?"

"Five, actually,"

Mr Bernard smiled, displaying the confidence of someone who controlled half the country's manufacturing.

"Mrs Olivia, the Oracle of Eastern Markets."

A serene-faced woman in traditional dress inclined her head. Her reputation for predicting market trends had earned her almost mystical status in financial circles.

"Your recent investments show... interesting patterns,"

Lady Madison said to her with a bright smile.

"And Dr. Raymond of the Phoenix Group."

The distinguished man adjusted his glasses, his family's medical empire and shipping networks literally holding life and death in their hands.

"My,"

Mrs Olivia spoke first, her calculating gaze never leaving Ethan.

"Such presence in one young man. You've trained him well, lady Madison. He carries himself like one of the old families."

"Indeed,"

Dr. Raymond agreed, his clinical gaze assessing Ethan as if he were a fascinating specimen.

"Exceptional physical condition. Perfect posture. Controlled breathing. You have done some Military training perhaps?"

At that moment

Mr.Bernard leaned forward, interest sparking in his eyes.

"The young generation isn't usually built this way anymore. Most of them are too soft, too concerned with their phones and social media life."

He chuckled darkly.

"But this one... he reminds me of us at that age. When we were hungry for power."

'If they only knew'

Ethan thought, maintaining his polite smile as these titans of industry examined him like a curious artifact.

Without wasting any more time he bowed to all of them.

"Your guidance would be invaluable when I decide to enter the business world,"

Ethan said with perfectly measured humility.

"I have much to learn from your experiences."

immediately Lady Madison's lips curved slightly at her grandson's performance, with a glimmer of something knowing in her eyes.

"Such modesty,"

Mr. Bernard laughed heartily, his gold watch catching the light. "Refreshing in one so young. Most of them come storming in, thinking they'll revolutionize everything overnight."

At that moment Dr. Raymond suddenly tilted his head, his eyes still studying Ethan's profile with clinical interest. His medical training shows in his precise observations.

"You know,"

he mused.

"you're almost identical in height and build to the Godly Investor. Same shoulder width, similar gait, even the way you hold yourself. Remarkable coincidence."

immediately Ethan felt his pulse quicken slightly, but kept his expression neutral.

"The same stance, you say?"

Mrs Olivia leaned forward, suddenly more interested.

At that moment the room erupted in elegant laughter.

"Oh, Raymond,"

Mrs Olivia chuckled, waving her hand dismissively.

" You're Always looking for patterns where none exist. As if this polite young man could be that market phantom"

"Next you'll tell us he's behind those massive corporate takeovers too,"

Mr. Bernard added, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

"The Godly Investor?"

Ethan asked, allowing just the right amount of curiosity to color his voice. He joined their laughter while his mind raced.

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the name. please who is he?"