Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

The master golden mask turned slightly, catching the light in mesmerizing patterns.

"Even I cannot trace his origins,"

the Master admitted, his voice echoing with unusual uncertainty. "But his pattern is clear - he moves like a shark through investment waters. Any company that catches his eyes..."

he paused meaningfully.

"He devours the whole, regardless of price."

"For now,'

Isaiah noted carefully.

"he circles the smaller companies. Significant ones, yes, but not..."

he gestured at the gathered patriarchs.

" He's not in our level, he as not even once got close to our establishments, which means something isn't right, since he wanted the best he should have approached one of us by now."

He gazes at everyone.

"Has anyone approached any of you concerning your companies?"

immediately all of them shake their heads.

"The TV stations, one of the biggest car dealer company in the country, the transport company, and all"

Christopher listed off, his voice dismissive.

"There are Mere droplets in our ocean."

Again the golden mask caught the light as the Master leaned forward slightly.

"You're missing the pattern,"

His voice carried an edge that made them all stiffen.

"Each acquisition of his is always larger than the last. Each purchase is more ambitious."

Dominic's eyes narrowed.

"Surely you don't suggest..."

"Consider,"

the Master's words cut through the tension like a blade.

"if one of our major corporations - one of the true giants that shape global markets - were to become available..."

The masked face surveyed the room.

"He has demonstrated both the resources and the audacity to seize it."

The implications of what the master just said hung heavy in the air as understanding dawned on their faces. This wasn't about what the Godly Investor had bought - it was about what he could buy.

"The Godly Investor is but a child playing in our pond,"

Jacob said, his rings catching the light as he gestured dismissively. "Yet his methods..."

"Unprecedented,"

Christopher nodded.

"His strategies could prove... educational."

The golden mask tilted slightly.

"We need to widen our circle, adapt to modern times. But first, we must know his true identity, his roots."

"And your plan, Master?"

Isaiah leaned forward, interest sparking in his eyes.

"We are going to orchestrate a major company's availability,"

The Master's voice carried deadly precision.

"One he cannot resist. Once acquired..."

A slight pause filled the air with tension.

"We engineer a crisis. The kind only our combined influence can resolve."

"Brilliant,"

Old Master Silver breathed.

"He'll have no choice but to seek our aid."

"And when he does,"

the Master continued.

"The G-five will welcome its newest member."

Upon hearing what the master just said they all nodded in Understanding rippled around the table.

They all know at this point they can't go toe to toe with him without fully understanding what he's all about yet.
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And the master just provided a solution.

At that moment the massive doors opened silently as servants entered bearing silver platters, the aroma of expertly prepared delicacies filling the hall.

**

Lady Madison's perfectly fingers traced the rim of her wine glass as she waited for Ethan's response. Her eyes, sharp as cut diamonds, studied his every micro-expression.

"Trust me, Grandmother,"

Ethan said carefully.

"The investments were... strategic."

At that moment a musical laugh escaped her lips.

"Oh, my dear boy,"

she dabbed her mouth with a silk napkin.

"You remind me so much of your father at your age. Always 'investing' his allowance and he won't want to tell me."

Her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement.

"You didn't fabricate stories,"

she continued, reaching into her designer handbag.

"I have resources set aside for... unexpected occasions."

At that moment She slid a black credit card across the polished table.

"Fifty million. A small buffer for emergencies."

Upon hearing what lady Madison just said Ethan eyes shut open.

"Grandmother, I can't—"

Ethan began.

"Nonsense,"

she cut him off smoothly, her tone brooking no argument.

"And do get yourself a proper car. Lady Madison's grandson, using taxis?"

She shook her head disapprovingly. "What would the other families think?"

"Very well,"

Ethan conceded.

"I'll look at some cars tomorrow."

"Not just any car,"

Lady Madison's eyes glittered. "Something befitting your status. I'm tired of this modesty, this hiding."

She set down her fork with precise movement.

"Life is too short to play small, dear boy. I want to see you embrace your birthright while I'm still here to enjoy it."

immediately Ethan's heart clenched at her words.

" Grandma, don't talk like that. You're not going anywhere."

His hand reached across the table to grasp hers.

"I promise I'll take better care of myself, show you the grandson you want to see."

"Good,"

she smiled, squeezing his hand before reaching into her jacket. "And next time, come to the main company."

She withdrew an elegant black card, golden symbols etched across its surface.

"Show this to reception. They'll escort you to the top floor immediately."

She pressed the card into his palm, her arms holding his.

"It's time you saw the real heart of our empire."

Ethan didn't know what to say but to accept.

They continued their food and chatted a little bit Before Ethan decided to leave.

He came outside.

Ethan had barely left his grandmother's estate when his phone exploded with notifications. Message after message scrolled across his screen:

[Where are you, man?]

[Stop stalling!]

[Time to expose your lies!]

[Show us this 'mansion' of yours!}

[ You bastard!]

Marcus, the wealthy media heir, led the charge.

[Show up, you fraud!]

Ethan didn't bother to respond; he directed his taxi to the estates.

Not long after they arrived

and a crowd of his classmates had already gathered at the gates.

Their expensive cars lined the street - BMWs, Mercedes, Porsches - yet nothing compared to what lay beyond those walls.

"Finally!"

Marcus called out as Ethan approached.

"The great homeowner has arrived!"

Immediately Laughter rippled through the group.

"If you actually have a house here," Jake, another wealthy student, sneered.

"We'll pay for complete renovations of the house!"

At that moment the group pressed forward, phones ready to record what they assumed would be Ethan's humiliation, their faces gleaming with anticipated victory.

Ethan's smile carried a hint of amusement that made several of his classmates shift uncomfortably.

"Let's see Marcus's place first," someone suggested.

"Show Ethan what a real estate property looks like!"

Marcus just nodded, he has nothing to hide.

Immediately the group moved like a pack of excited wolves toward Marcus's house, their expensive shoes clicking against the pristine sidewalks. Marcus strutted ahead, his chest puffed with pride.

The gates swung open to reveal a modern mansion - all glass and steel, with gardens and a three-car garage. Security cameras tracked their movement as they approached the impressive structure.

"Five million dollars,"

Marcus announced proudly, gesturing at his family's home.