Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

At that moment Ethan's steps faltered as he took in the scene before him. His grandmother's composed figure stood over the man kneeling on the floor. The air in the room felt charged with unspoken tension. Ethan's eyes shifted to the young man, who suddenly stopped mid-kowtow and turned his head sharply, sensing Ethan's presence.

The young man's gaze lingered on Ethan for a moment, curious yet guarded. Before either of them could speak, Lady Madison rose from her seat with the grace of someone who commanded every room she entered.

"Well, I suppose it's time for proper introductions," she said, her voice smooth and measured. She gestured to the man kneeling on the floor. "This is my son," she began, her tone holding a slight pause before she added, "Mr. Landon's, my secretary son, but I have cared for him as my own since the day he was born."

The man, now identified, let out a soft laugh as he stood, brushing off his trousers with an air of casual arrogance.

"That's one way to put it, Mother," he said, his voice smooth and self-assured. He turned to face At that moment Ethan fully, his eyes scanning him with subtle curiosity.

Lady Madison didn't miss a beat. She placed a hand lightly on Ethan's arm, her gaze shifting between the two men.

"And this," she said, her voice carrying a hint of emotion, "is my lost grandson I've told you about."

Upon hearing what what lady Madison just said.

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Ethan felt the young man's eyes lock on his, a faint smile curling on his lips as if he found the entire situation amusing. Ethan, however, remained still, his expression calm but his mind racing as he processed what he had just heard.

Ethan extended his hand reluctantly, accepting the handshake from Jeremy. Jeremy's grip was firm, his smile just a little too confident, like he already knew something Ethan didn't.

"Well, nice to meet you," Jeremy said, his tone casual, though his eyes seemed to be appraising Ethan.

Lady Madison's voice broke the moment.

"Ethan, dear, what brings you here so unexpectedly?" she asked, her sharp eyes fixed on him.

Ethan shrugged lightly, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"I thought I'd come chill with my granny for a bit. Figured you might miss me."

Lady Madison gave a faint chuckle, shaking her head.

"Charming as ever," she replied. "But I'm quite busy at the moment." She gestured toward Jeremy.

"Since Jeremy is here, why don't the two of you spend some time together?"

Ethan opened his mouth to object, but she continued before he could get a word in.

"Jeremy, show Ethan around. Introduce him to how the high society operates. He could use a guide, don't you think?"

At that moment Jeremy's smile widened, clearly pleased with the suggestion.

"Of course, Mother," he said smoothly. Turning to Ethan, he added, "You'll love it, I'm sure. I can already tell you're not used to this kind of thing yet."

Ethan felt a flicker of irritation at Jeremy's tone but kept his face neutral.

"I—"

"Perfect," Jeremy cut him off, clapping a hand on Ethan's shoulder. "Let's go. I'll make sure you get the full experience."

However Ethan forced a polite smile, his instincts and the system telling him this was a bad idea. But the situation left him little choice. Keeping a low profile just got a lot more complicated.

Lady Madison walked with Ethan and Jeremy to the garage, her pace measured and graceful. She stopped by her car, giving them a small smile as she slid into the driver's seat.

"Enjoy yourselves, boys," she said before closing the door and driving off, her sleek car disappearing down the long driveway.

The moment she was gone, Jeremy's gaze drifted to the far side of the garage. His eyes landed on a stunning, limited-edition car that gleamed under the soft overhead lights. His jaw slackened slightly. "Is that…?" he began, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Ethan followed his line of sight, already guessing where this was going.

Without wasting anymore time Jeremy walked closer to the car, his hand running lightly along its pristine surface. "I can't believe this," he muttered, more to himself than to Ethan. "This is the limited edition from one of the best car company in the country. Only three of these exist in the world." He turned back to Ethan, his brow furrowed.

"Mother isn't even into cars. Why would she go for something like this?"

Ethan leaned casually against a nearby pillar, watching Jeremy with a faint smirk. "She didn't," Ethan said simply.

Jeremy frowned, his confusion deepening. "What do you mean?" Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Ethan shrugged, his tone calm and matter-of-fact. "The car belongs to me."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said Jeremy froze, his mouth slightly open as he processed Ethan's words. He looked from the car to Ethan, then back to the car. "You're joking," he said, though his voice lacked confidence.

Ethan's smirk widened slightly. "Not really."

Jeremy's shock was evident, his usual composed demeanor faltering for the first time.

Jeremy's eyes darted between Ethan and the car, disbelief etched on his face. "How the hell did you get a car like this?" he demanded, his tone incredulous. "This is unreal."

Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but Jeremy cut him off, his expression shifting to one of mock understanding. "Wait, don't worry, I get it. You used Lady Madison's connections, didn't you?" He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Very thoughtful of you, actually. Smart move."

Ethan stood there, his expression neutral. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or correct Jeremy, but in the end, he said nothing.

'There's no way I'm telling him I own the company.'

Ethan thought. His silence was enough of an agreement for Jeremy to move on.

Jeremy's attention shifted as Ethan pointed toward the Bugatti Centodieci parked in the corner of the garage. "And what about that one?" Ethan asked casually. "Who's driving that?"

Jeremy's face lit up as he turned to the car, a touch of pride in his tone. "Ah, that's a Bugatti Centodieci. Costs way more than your car, by the way," he said with a smug grin. "But I didn't need Lady Madison's connections for that. The company delivered it straight to my garage."