Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 238 -

The room erupted in laughter as Ethan’s words sank in. The master of the family shook his head, his amusement evident as he leaned back in his chair.

"You must be joking, young man," he said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eyes.

"Do you even know who you’re dealing with?"

At that moment The celebrity lady smirked, her tone dripping with mockery.

"You think you can fire him?" She gestured toward the chief manager, who sat silently, his expression a mixture of annoyance and disbelief.

Never in a million years would he think he would hear such words from a number body.

"This man is the grandfather of this country’s entertainment world. Without him, half the industry wouldn’t exist."

"You’re drunk on your little title, aren’t you?" another family member added, chuckling.

Ethan, however, remained unbothered. He simply tilted his head and replied, "A corrupt grandfather has no place in my company."

The laughter faltered slightly, but the smirks remained. The chief manager crossed his arms, leaning forward.

"Boy, this isn’t some fantasy. You can’t just fire me with a whim."

"Can’t I?" Ethan asked calmly, pulling his phone from his pocket. He tapped the screen a few times and then held it up for everyone to see.

"All I need," he said, his tone razor-sharp, "is a single text message and he will be gone."

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning. The chief manager’s smirk didn’t waver as he crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair.

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"Go ahead," he said with a hint of mockery in his voice. "Do your worst. I’m not afraid of your little stunts."

However Ethan didn’t flinch. Instead, he calmly dialed Noami’s number. The faint sound of her voice on the other end was enough to send ripples of unease through the room, though no one dared admit it.

Everyone thought he was just kidding, and Making a fake call to someone else.

"Naomi," Ethan began, his voice steady but commanding.

"I want the chief manager fired. Effective immediately."

Immediately Gasps filled the air, and the chief manager’s smirk faltered for just a fraction of a second.

Before anyone could interject, Ethan continued, his tone sharpening like a blade.

"He’s ruining the company’s image. Siding with wrongdoing and tarnishing our values.

A person like him has no place in the entertainment industry."

The words hung heavy in the air, and the celebrity girl’s family erupted into laughter, their mocking tones filling the room.

They couldn’t believe Ethan thinks they would fall for such tricks.

It was too childish, and everyone could see it was just a fake call.

Even though he claims to be the owner of the company, only a fool would believe such nonsense.

"You’re delusional,"

one of them said, shaking his head. "Do you even hear yourself? At this point, you’re just making a fool of yourself."

Ethan didn’t react to the mockery. Instead, he looked directly at the man, his voice unwavering.

"And one more thing," he said, his gaze locking on the celebrity girl and her family. "Their family name. Mark it. They’ve been actively working against the entertainment company. I want them dealt with."

hearing what Ethan just said the laughter turned into uncomfortable murmurs. The weight of Ethan’s words began to sink in.

"And Noami," Ethan added, his voice now icy and deliberate, "make sure to inform the godly investor immediately. I want this resolved without delay."

At that moment The room was plunged into stunned silence. For the first time, the power dynamics had shifted, and it was clear Ethan wasn’t someone they could afford to underestimate.

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Immediately the master’s hand slammed against the polished oak table, the force sending a sharp echo through the lavish dining room. Plates rattled, and a glass tipped over, spilling wine across the pristine white tablecloth. His face was flushed with anger, veins visible on his neck as he glared at Ethan.

"You’ve gone too far!" the master roared, his voice thunderous.

"I have shown you respect, invited you into my home, but you’ve mistaken my kindness for weakness. Who do you think you are, boy? I could have you killed right now, and no one would dare to question it! Do you even know who you’re dealing with?"

However Ethan stood across from him, his expression calm and unwavering. He met the master’s fiery gaze with an unsettling composure, his hands loosely folded in front of him as if the outburst were nothing more than a passing breeze.

"You don’t scare me," Ethan finally said, his voice low but steady, each word deliberate.

"Threats like that only show me how desperate you are, and I can see it all over you."

Again the room fell silent even more.

The tension hung heavy in the air, thick enough to cut. The other family members exchanged wide-eyed glances, clearly shocked by Ethan’s boldness.

At that moment the celebrity lady, her smirk faltering for a brief moment, rose from her seat and placed a hand on her father’s shoulder.

"Father, calm yourself," she said smoothly. "He doesn’t understand the power of our family. Let him run his mouth for now. He’ll regret it soon enough, by that time it would be too late, and nobody would blame us for being ruthless."

Another relative leaned forward, their voice low but firm.

"Ethan, you’ve made a grave mistake today. You don’t cross this family without consequences. You may think you’re untouchable, but we’ll see how long that lasts."

Ethan didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he scanned the room, his sharp eyes meeting each family member’s gaze. He saw the smugness, the arrogance etched into their faces. But underneath, he could sense a flicker of uncertainty—just enough to tell him they weren’t as untouchable as they claimed.

The master, still brimming with rage but trying to compose himself, jabbed a finger in Ethan’s direction. "You’ll regret this, boy. Mark my words. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll wish you’d never stepped foot in this house."

At that moment the Chief Manager’s face turned pale as his phone buzzed insistently on the table. He hesitated for a moment, then snatched it up. The caller ID sent a shiver down his spine—his boss.