Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Upon hearing what the lady just said the students couldn't believe their ears.

"What bet?"

Sarah squeaked, clutching her empty bag like a shield, her nails digging into the leather.

At that moment the woman's perfectly manicured fingers tapped the contract with deadly precision.

"Your signed agreement - either crawl out on your knees to the estate entrance or pay one hundred million dollars."

Her red lips curved into a smile that made them shiver.

"But... but that was just between us and Ethan!"

Marcus protested, his voice cracking like thin ice. His designer suit was damp with nervous sweat, his carefully styled hair now a disheveled mess.

"Why would the estate even care about our bet with Ethan, it has nothing to do with you guys and in fact we have already settled the issue and you saw it yourself, why bring it up again."

At that moment the lady couldn't help but smile.

"Any contract signed on these grounds,"

she cut him off smoothly, each word falling like a guillotine blade, "falls under estate jurisdiction. We take such matters quite seriously and this is one of them."

At that moment the security teams shifted closer, their black uniforms seeming to absorb light.

The sound of their synchronized movement made Thomas whimper.

His eyes drifted around, but nowhere to escape.

"Your choices are simple,"

she continued, examining her immaculate nails with practiced indifference.

"Exit on your knees as agreed, pay the hundred million each, or,"

her smile turned predatory, making Sarah grab Jake's arm in terror.

"Our security team will escort you directly to the police station for breach of contract, And Ethan would choose if we're going to handle the case on his behalf."

Upon hearing what the lady just said Jake's knees actually buckled. "Police? and facing up with the estate legal team."

he whispered, face pale as paper.

The group huddled together like scared children, their designer clothes suddenly feeling like prison uniforms.

Marcus kept opening and closing his mouth, all his media training deserting him as he realized their casual bet had become a binding nightmare.

without being told he knows how deadly it would be if they go head to head with the estate legal team.

"That crazy bastard Ethan truly knows what he was doing, he tricked us, that crazy bastard tricked us."

He said to himself quietly.

"This can't be happening,"

Thomas muttered, his watch catching the light as his hands shook uncontrollably.

"This can't be real..."

At that moment Ethan bowed slightly to the woman, his movement elegant and practiced. "Thank you for upholding estate protocol,"

he said smoothly. The group's eyes widened at his commanding presence, finally seeing the power they'd mocked all along.

" I really wanted to forgive you all and let this go, but as you can all hear the terms were clear,"

he turned to his trembling classmates, smiles never wavering. His eyes held a predatory gleam that made them flinch.

"Either crawl out on your knees, or pay me 100 million dollars."

He then faced Jake then gestured to his spotless shoes.

"Make good use of your boot-licking promises."

immediately Sarah collapsed against Thomas, her already destroyed Chanel mascara creating black rivers down her cheeks.

Jake's face turned a sickly green, his hand covering his mouth as though his expensive lunch might make a reappearance.

At that moment Marcus couldn't stay calm and do nothing, he decided to make one last desperate attempt to salvage his dignity, he puffed up his chest like a frightened peacock.

His designer suit was wrinkled, hair plastered to his forehead with cold sweat.

"You can't do this! My father—"

his voice rose to a shrill pitch, cracking on every other word.

" Family Media Group will destroy you! We'll ruin everything you—"

His hands gesture wildly.

Marcus was expecting some kind of reaction but to his surprise he got none.

His threats dissolved into incoherent sputtering as security teams moved closer, their black uniforms making his designer clothes look like children's costumes. His voice grew more desperate, mixing threats with pleas, but each word seemed smaller than the last.

"Please... you don't understand... we have influence... we can..."

his confidence crumbled completely as no one even acknowledged his ranting. His coursemate didn't even say anything to back him, the rest of the rich kids from other courses also kept quiet.

The other students watched their self-proclaimed leader's breakdown with growing horror, huddling closer together as they realized no amount of family connections could save them from their own arrogance.

The security teams formed a corridor, their black uniforms creating an imposing pathway. Several students immediately dropped to their knees, expensive fabrics tearing against rough pavement.

"Better than licking his smelly boot."

someone muttered through gritted teeth, starting the humiliating journey.

immediately the rest joined him.

But the estate grounds stretched endlessly before them, each meter looking longer than the last.

After fifty meters, Sarah's knees were bleeding through her silk stockings, her perfect manicure ruined from catching herself on the ground.

"I can't..."

she sobbed, mascara-stained tears falling as she crawled back to Ethan.

"Please, let me... let me lick instead."

Ethan didn't say anything but just nodded.

Without wasting anymore time Sarah immediately licked Ethan Boot.

And she was asked to go.

Her perfectly styled hair hung in sweaty strands around her face.

As she managed to walk away.

One by one, they broke. Thomas collapsed after a hundred meters, his pants shredded. Jake barely made it past the fountain, his designer watch scratched from breaking his falls.

Their proud postures crumbled as they returned to lick Ethan's spotless shoes, tears and dignity falling onto polished leather. Some gagged, others sobbed, all while security watched impassively.

Only Marcus and his inner circle remained, their faces pale as they watched their classmates' humiliation.

Their contract hadn't given them the boot-licking option - they had boasted about crawling the entire way out.

One of them, David, stepped forward, his legs shaking so badly. "Could we... maybe..."
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his voice cracked with desperation, "have that option too?"