Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

At that moment Jeremy's smirk faltered as he watched Ethan slide his card across the table and the lady picked it up.

For a moment, he blinked, trying to process what he was seeing.

'Is he serious?'

Jeremy thought.

'Does he really think he can pay ten million dollars with a normal card?'

At that moment Jeremy leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting to one of feigned concern.

"Ethan," he began, forcing a polite smile, "don't push yourself, alright? Ten million is no small amount, you know that."

However Ethan remained calm, his expression giving away nothing as he nodded toward the lady to proceed with the payment.

Immediately Jeremy frowned, still not convinced.

"Look,"

Jeremy continued, leaning back in his chair.

"don't worry about it. I'll handle the bill. There's no need to be upset over this. Really, I don't mind paying it."

But Ethan didn't respond to the offer. His demeanor stayed steady, almost indifferent, as if the amount meant nothing to him.

Without being told he knew Jeremy was still up to no good, he could still feel it.

However Ethan Decline only made Jeremy more uneasy, though he tried not to show it.

'What is he playing at?'

Jeremy wondered, his confidence wavering for the first time.

The waiter hesitated for a moment before swiping Ethan's card. The room seemed to hold its breath as the machine processed the payment. Then, with a soft beep, the transaction was approved.

Immediately Jeremy's jaw dropped a little, his smirk replaced by pure shock. He stared at Ethan, his mind racing.

'How?'

he thought knowing fully well The funds in the card Lady Madison gave him can't be transferred.

'So where the hell did Ethan get ten million dollars?'

He couldn't hide his disbelief, his gaze fixed on Ethan as if trying to decipher a puzzle that suddenly seemed far more complex than he thought.

Ethan, however, remained composed, leaning back in his chair with a calm expression.

Upon seeing what had just happened.

The waiter bowed deeply, her gratitude evident in her voice as she said,

"Thank you so much, sir."

Ethan nodded, his tone casual as he spoke.

"Give me your account details," he said, his words causing the waiter to look up in surprise. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire

"M-my account?"

she stammered.

"Yes," Ethan said simply.

"I want to tip you."

The waiter hesitantly provided her account information, and within moments, Ethan transferred one million dollars to her. The notification on her phone made her gasp audibly.

"This is for the trouble my little brother Jeremy caused,"

Ethan said smoothly, glancing at Jeremy with the faintest hint of a smirk.

His calm demeanor only deepened Jeremy's confusion, leaving him stunned and silent as Ethan casually brushed off the monumental transaction as though it were nothing.

The waiter however couldn't say anything but just bow, she wasn't expecting such an amount of money.

Not when she thought she just landed herself in trouble.

At that moment Ethan stood up and said to the waiter.

"You can send all of the food to less privileged homes."

Immediately she nodded.

Without another words Ethan then walked away.

Jeremy shut the waiter a deadly gaze before he followed Ethan out of the restaurant, his mind still reeling. He had been utterly flabbergasted, not just by Ethan paying the bill but also by the casual way he'd tipped a million dollars as if it were pocket change. 'Where is he getting all this money?'

Jeremy wondered, his thoughts racing.

As they stepped outside, the restaurant staff lined up on either side of the entrance. A flurry of flower petals was thrown onto the floor before them, creating a path that felt almost royal.

Ethan walked ahead, his calm demeanor unwavering, while Jeremy tried to process the over-the-top farewell.

The manager approached them with a bright smile, holding out an elegant black envelope.

"Mr. Ethan, Mr. Jeremy," he began respectfully, "this is a token of our appreciation for your visit today. Inside is a special privilege card—one complimentary meal per month, exclusively for this restaurant."

At that moment Jeremy blinked, his surprise deepening as Ethan accepted the card without hesitation, giving the manager a polite nod.

"Thank you," Ethan said simply.

The staff bowed deeply, murmuring their thanks and goodbyes as Ethan and Jeremy made their way to their cars.

At that moment Jeremy finally found his voice, his words tumbling out as he turned to Ethan.

"Alright, you've got to tell me—where does all this come from?"

Upon hearing that Jeremy just said.

Ethan only smirked faintly, his silence leaving Jeremy to stew in his curiosity as they both stepped into their cars.

Jeremy let out a frustrated sigh. "You know," he started, glancing sideways at Ethan, "I was just messing around with the waiter. You didn't have to go all in like that and ruin the whole show."

However Ethan kept his expression neutral, but his gaze shifted toward Jeremy, listening.

"I mean," Jeremy continued, running a hand through his hair.

"I didn't think you'd actually waste your money like that. It wasn't about the bill. I just got carried away—was a little pissed and went overboard, that's all."

At that moment Ethan finally spoke, his voice calm and even.

"No problem," he said. Then, after a brief pause, he added, "As long as our bet still stands."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Jeremy stopped in his tracks for a moment, staring at Ethan as if trying to gauge whether he was serious. Then, with a short laugh, he nodded.

"Of course, it still stands. I'm a man of my word."

Ethan gave a faint nod of acknowledgment, his composure unshaken as they continued toward their cars, leaving Jeremy to wonder just how far his little game had gone.

After leaving the restaurant.

Not long after they pulled into Lady Madison's grand residential estate, Jeremy parked his car beside Ethan's, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel for a moment before stepping out. Ethan, calm and composed, followed.

As they entered the main hall, the butler informed them that Lady Madison was in a meeting.

They made their way to the sitting room, where Lady Madison sat at the head of the table, speaking with an older gentleman.

Her secretary stood by her side, jotting down notes.

The moment Lady Madison saw them, she paused the conversation, her sharp eyes shifting to Jeremy. "Ah, Jeremy,"

she said smoothly, "did you show Ethan around like I asked?"

At that moment Ethan glanced at Jeremy, his face impassive but his gaze steady. Jeremy stiffened under the silent cue. He knew exactly what was expected of him. There was no escape now.

With a heavy sigh, Jeremy moved to the center of the room. He dropped to his knees and kowtowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the floor.

"Ethan," he said loudly, his voice tinged with reluctant humor, "you're my big brother."