Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

At that moment Ethan watched Julian closely, his mind drifting away, hearing what what she just said about Annabelle he couldn't couldn't believe it.

Although he hasn't been coming Everytime but the last he heard about Annabelle was when she followed him to Naomi grandfather's place.

'What happened to her?'

he wondered, his thoughts clouded with curiosity. She had been kind to him that day, going out of her way to help without asking for anything in return. He couldn't ignore the flicker of concern that surfaced now.

For a moment, Ethan considered stepping in, finding out the details of her situation and maybe offering his help. But just as quickly, he dismissed the thought.

'It's not my place to interfere in her affairs, he decided.'

Still, the idea of doing nothing didn't sit right with him. As he walked away from Julian, his mind settled on a solution.

'I'll speak to Mr. Davis later, he thought. Ask him to arrange for her to receive a year's salary. That should help her get back on her feet.'

With his decision made, Ethan left the hospital, his expression calm as always, though his thoughts lingered briefly on Annabelle's unexpected departure.

Not long after Ethan arrived at the bank and walked inside, the cool air inside contrasting sharply with the warmth outside. The place was bustling, customers shuffling between counters and tellers. His jaw tightened as he spotted the line snaking toward the service desk, but he joined it without a word, his hands resting calmly at his sides.

As the minutes ticked by, he replayed the situation in his mind. 'If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have transferred the money here,'

he thought. The sudden deposit had triggered suspicion, and now his account was frozen. To fix this, he would need to prove his legitimacy—mentioning his connection to the Winston family or his ownership of a hospital might be the only way.

Finally, it was his turn. The teller, a young woman with a polite but tired smile, gestured for him to step forward.

"How can I help you today?"

At that moment Ethan leaned slightly on the counter, his voice calm and measured.

"My account was closed," he began. "There was a heavy sum of money deposited recently, and it seems to have caused an issue."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said The teller's smile faltered, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. "A large deposit, you said?"

Ethan nodded. "Yes. I need to sort this out."

She hesitated for a moment before typing into her system. "Let me check the details," she said, her tone cautious but professional. However Ethan stood quietly, his gaze steady, waiting for her response as the room around him still buzzing with activity.

At that moment The teller looked up from her screen, her expression shifting subtly as she asked, "Can I have your name, please?"

"Ethan," he replied evenly, giving his full name without hesitation.

Her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, and as she read the screen, her brows shot up, the faintest hint of tension flashing across her face.

She quickly masked it with a professional smile, but not before Ethan caught the change in her demeanor.

"Well, Mr. Ethan," she said, her voice carefully measured, "it seems there's a note on your account. It's flagged for further review."

At that moment Ethan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Flagged?" he asked, his tone calm but probing.

"Yes," she replied with a polite nod. "Someone will be with you shortly to assist. If you don't mind waiting, please take a seat over there." She gestured toward a small area with chairs near the far end of the lobby.

Ethan gave her a brief nod and walked over to the designated spot, his expression unreadable. As he sat down, the teller picked up her phone, speaking in hushed tones as she called the bank officials in charge.

Minutes ticked by, the bustling noise of the bank filling the silence around him. Ethan sat patiently, his hands resting lightly on his knees, giving no indication of unease. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a group of people dressed in black suits entering the bank. They moved with purpose, their faces serious, their gaze locked on him. Find adventures on empire

Trailing behind them were two police officers, their uniforms unmistakable.

However Ethan remained seated, his calm demeanor unshaken as they approached, their presence drawing the attention of others in the lobby.

At that moment a man in a sharp suit stepped forward, his expression smug and self-assured. He stopped in front of Ethan, adjusting his tie before speaking. "I'm the manager here," he said, his tone clipped and professional. "Before the police take you away, I'll be asking you a few questions."

Upon hearing what the manager just said Ethan's eyes narrowed, his calm demeanor cracking slightly as confusion and anger began to simmer beneath the surface. "Take me away?" he asked, his voice low but sharp. "Do you even know what you're doing? This isn't how you're supposed to handle something like this."

immediately The manager smirked, a patronizing glint in his eye. "Oh, I think I know exactly what I'm doing," he replied, folding his arms. "A university kid who's barely had ten thousand dollars in his account suddenly receives a transfer of five billion dollars. Tell me, how else should I handle this?"

At that moment Ethan's jaw tightened, but before he could respond, the manager turned to the security guards stationed nearby. "Take him to the interrogation room," he ordered, his voice loud enough for everyone in the bank to hear.

"Now."

Immediately everyone started looking at Ethan and some pointing fingers at him, they all wondered what he could have done.

immediately the guards stepped forward, each grabbing one of Ethan's arms.

However Ethan didn't resist, but the icy glare he shot at the manager spoke volumes.

The hall fell silent, all eyes still on Ethan as he was led away, his expression a mix of controlled fury and indignation.