Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Upon hearing what the old Man just said Ethan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the reaction his words would inevitably bring.

His heart was calm in his chest, he could say he wasn't going to answer that question, but doing that would make everyone laugh at him more, knowing he want to shut everyone up he decided to say it

"Ethan Winston, that's the name."

he said, his voice clear and unwavering, He met the old master's gaze, his eyes filled with boldness.

The old master's eyebrows shot up, with a flicker of recognition crossing his face.

His eyes narrowed, studying Ethan with a newfound intensity.

"Ethan Winston, you say?"

he muttered, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Interesting."

Without a word, the old master Benjamin pulled out his phone and began typing furiously, his fingers a blur of motion.

"I may no longer be the owner of the estate again,"

he said, his voice laced with a hint of irritation.

"but I still have a few contacts who can verify the information you've provided."

He looked up at Ethan, his gaze piercing and intense.

"I have a strong distaste for dishonesty, young man. If you're telling the truth, we'll know soon enough."

At that moment the teacher and the other students couldn't help but burst into laughter, their voices filled with mockery and disbelief. They clutched their stomachs, some of them couldn't hold back the tears streaming down their faces as they reveled in Ethan's apparent absurdity.

"Ethan? Owning a house in that estate?"

one of them scoffed, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

They exchanged knowing glances, their eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

At that moment the old master Benjamin held up his hand, silencing the laughter.

His face was stern, his eyes flashing with annoyance at Ethan's audacity. "We'll have our answer in a few minutes,"

he said, his voice calm but authoritative, leaving no room for argument from anyone.

"In the meantime, let's continue our tour of the mansion. I'll be happy to answer any questions any of you may have."

He gestured for the group to follow him, his movements graceful and refined.

As the group began to move, the teacher pulled Ethan aside, her face etched with concern and anger.

She gripped Ethan arm tightly, her fingers digging into his skin.

"Do you realize what you've done?" she hissed, her voice low and urgent, and her eyes blazing with fury.

"If you're lying about this, it could lead to your expulsion from the school. You better pray that you're telling the truth, which I know you're not."

Her words were like venom, each dripping with disdain and disappointment.

However Ethan's heart sank, a wave of anger and betrayal washing over him, he knows nobody would believe him anyways so he's going to shut them up.

Ethan didn't say anything to the teacher, he kept his mouth shut.

The other students couldn't contain their glee at the prospect of Ethan's downfall so they could laugh at him.

They huddled together, whispering and snickering behind their hands.

"Finally, he will be rid of the scholarship."

They said, their voices dripping with malice.

"He never belonged here anyway." They shot Ethan with a smug look, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

As they walked through the opulent halls of the mansion, one of the students raised his hand, curiosity burning in his eyes.

"Old master Benjamin, who are the Benjamin family biggest rivals in the business world right now?"

He asked, their faces filled with curiosity.

The old master's face grew somber, with a hint of a mockery smile flickering in his lips.

He let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the past seeming to settle on his shoulders.

"For many years, our greatest rivals were the York family,"

he said, his voice heavy with the weight of history.

"But unfortunately, the Yorks couldn't sustain their businesses. They've collapsed and are currently facing bankruptcy. In fact, today might very well be the end of the York family's legacy."

His words hung in the air, with a palpable smile on his lip.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Upon hearing what the old man just said, Ethan's heart stiffened at the mention of the York family, a chill cold running down his spine.

His eyes widened, with a sense of dread washing over him.

He couldn't hold his surprise anymore, he said.

"The York family?"

He asked, his voice trembling slightly, barely above a whisper.

"Do you mean Serenity York's family, sir?"

At that moment he could feel his heart racing, the blood pounding in his ears as he awaited the old master's response.

Old master Benjamin nodded, his expression grave.

"Yes, of course. The very same."

He looked at Ethan, with a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, as if sensing the young man's distress.

immediately Ethan's mind raced, his thoughts consumed with worry for Serenity and her family.

"What could be happening to them now?"

he wondered, his heart aching at the thought of their suffering, and serenity would have to obey that good for nothing Noah.

Just then, old master Benjamin's phone rang, the sound cutting through the tension in the air.

He glanced at the screen, his eyes widening as he saw the caller's name.

"It's the person I messaged earlier," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. He put the phone on the loudspeaker, ensuring that everyone could hear the conversation. The students leaned in, their faces filled with curiosity.

"I need you to confirm something for me,"

old master Benjamin said, his voice clear and commanding.

"Does someone by the name of Ethan Winston own a house in our former estate?"

He held the phone out, his hand steady as he awaited the response.

The students almost burst into laughter, but they had to hold it for now.

They nudged each other, their faces twisted with mocking grins.

"Ethan? Owning a house? Yeah, right!"

they scoffed, Some of them couldn't hold their laughter anymore.

But their laughter died abruptly as the voice on the other end of the line spoke, the words cutting through the air like a knife.

"Yes, sir,"

the voice said, its tone crisp and professional.

"Ethan Winston does indeed own a house in the estate."

immediately Old master Benjamin's eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open in disbelief. He stared at the phone, his hand started trembling slightly.

"And where exactly is this house located?"

he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he would collapse when he hear the answer.

"It's in the second most luxurious area of the estate, sir,"

the voice replied, without hesitation.

"The property was purchased for a sum of 7 million dollars, Sir"

immediately the room fell even more silent, the revelation stunning everyone to their core.

The students stared at Ethan, their faces filled with shock and envy. They exchanged glances, their mouths agape, unable to comprehend the truth that had just been unveiled.

"This can't be real,"

they muttered among themselves, their voices filled with disbelief. "How could Ethan afford a house like that?"

They shook their heads, trying to reconcile the image of a scholarship student who could afford such property.

"Sir Benjamin, I have to go now!"

the man on the call said, and the call ended.

Old master Benjamin lowered the phone, his hand trembling slightly as he processed the information.

He looked at Ethan, his eyes filled with Curiosity.

"This has to be a mistake,"

one of the students whispered, their voice filled with desperation. "There's no way Ethan could own a house in that estate. It's simply impossible!"