Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

At that moment Ethan walked away from the room.

he stepped into the quiet restroom, locking the door behind him.

Immediately he pulled out his phone and dialed the number the spokesman had given him.

After a few rings, a deep, measured voice answered.

"This is the Butler of the West family. May I ask who's calling and why?"

However Ethan's tone was calm but direct.

"My name is Ethan, and I'm currently in a meeting with the directors running your company. I wanted to speak to the owners directly, but since I can't, I'll settle for passing this message through you."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

There was a brief pause before the butler replied, his voice sharp with curiosity. "And what exactly is your message?"

At that moment Ethan didn't hesitate.

"I understand the company is valued at eleven billion dollars. I'm wondering if the owners would be willing to sell… for twenty-two billion. Double the price."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said The silence on the other end stretched for a moment, the butler clearly processing the bold offer. Ethan waited, his expression unchanging, knowing he had planted the seed he needed.

However the butler hesitated even more, his usual composure shaken by the sheer audacity of Ethan's offer. On any other day, he would have dismissed the call without a second thought. But something about Ethan's confidence held him back.

Besides, the master rarely showed interest in the company's operations or even visiting the country.

Perhaps this might be a way to settle everything once and for all, he thought.

At that moment he Cleared his throat, the butler finally spoke. "Please hold for a moment."

Ethan waited patiently, his expression calm as he listened to the faint sounds of movement on the other end. A few moments later, another voice came on the line—sharp, authoritative, and distinctly curious.

"This is Bernard. My butler says you're offering to buy my company… for double its worth. Are you serious?"

"Absolutely,"

Ethan replied without hesitation. His voice was steady, each word deliberate. "I don't make empty offers."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said. The owner paused, clearly intrigued.

"And who exactly are you?"

Ethan allowed a small smile to form as he leaned against the sink, his tone confident but polite.

"I'm Ethan," he said.

"The man who recently bought one of the brands under your company. I'm currently in a meeting with your directors, and let's just say… their methods are less than ideal."
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Immediately Bernard tone shifted, a hint of respect now evident. "I see," he said thoughtfully. "You're the one behind the highest purchase our company has ever seen for an incoming brand. That speaks volumes."

However Ethan remained silent, letting the weight of his reputation do the talking.

After a brief pause, the master continued, "I'm currently out of the country, but I'll send someone I trust to deliver all the necessary documents to you. Please go back into the company and wait for her."

At that moment Ethan's response was calm but precise.

"No need to worry about that. I'm already in the company," he said, glancing at his reflection in the mirror before straightening his jacket.

"Have her meet me in the interviewing room. I'll be waiting there."

After ending the call Ethan returned to the meeting room and calmly took his seat.

Upon seeing Ethan returned, the directors exchanged glances before one of them spoke, his tone tinged with impatience. "You took quite a while," he said. "But no matter, we've come to a conclusion with the spokesman while you were gone."

Another director leaned forward, pushing a revised document toward Ethan.

"We're willing to lower it to ten percent of the production," he said, his voice carrying a veneer of compromise. "And we'll still include the event in the deal. This is the best offer you're going to get."

At that moment Ethan glanced at the document but didn't touch it. Instead, he leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression calm but firm.

"I don't agree."

Upon hearing what Ethan just saud.

The directors froze for a moment, taken aback by his blunt response. One of them chuckled nervously, as if unsure he'd heard correctly.

"You don't agree?" he repeated.

However Ethan's gaze remained steady as he continued, his voice unwavering.

"That's right. And let me add something else—you have no right to offer me anything in the first place."

Immediately the room fell silent, the directors started exchanging confused and alarmed looks.

"What do you mean by that?" one of them finally asked, his voice cautious.

Another director leaned forward, his tone more forceful.

"If you don't agree to our deal, then what are you planning to do?"

Ethan didn't respond immediately, his silence only heightening their unease.

At that moment one of the directors leaned forward, his tone sharp and dismissive.

"If you don't agree, fine. But understand this: the company won't back you in any way. You'll be entirely on your own, handling promotions, events, and everything else yourself."

They thought Ethan would start having a second thought.

But Ethan's expression didn't change as he calmly replied, "You're not the company."

The directors looked at him in confusion, their brows furrowing. Before anyone could respond, the door to the meeting room opened, and a poised woman walked in, her presence immediately commanding attention.

The directors stood at once, their faces shifting from confusion to surprise. "Madam Clarissa," one of them stammered, "what are you doing here?"

However She didn't acknowledge their questions, her sharp gaze scanning the room before settling on Ethan.

"Who is Mr. Ethan?"

she asked, her tone firm and direct.

At that moment Ethan raised a hand slightly.

"That would be me," he said, his voice steady.

Upon seeing Ethan Clarissa's brows lifted slightly in surprise as she studied him.

'He's younger than I expected,'

she thought to herself, though her tone gaze reminds professional. Without another word, she stepped forward and placed a set of documents on the table.

"These are the terms," she said, her voice cutting through the tension in the room.

"You'll be allowed to sign them once my brother confirms the payment."

Upon hearing what Clarissa just said.

The directors exchanged uneasy glances, realizing the situation had taken a turn they hadn't anticipated. Ethan, however, remained composed, his gaze shifting between Clarissa and the documents as the room fell into a heavy silence.