Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

The room froze even more, as the directors were staring at Clarissa in stunned silence, their faces a mix of confusion and disbelief. What was happening? They exchanged uneasy glances, their polished composure slipping.

However Ethan leaned back in his chair, his voice calm but cutting through the tension like a blade. "I'm buying the company," he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The directors collectively recoiled, their minds racing.

"Impossible," one of them finally blurted, his voice filled with disbelief.

Ignoring their reaction, Ethan calmly pulled out his phone and gaze the documents containing the account details in front of him, he then tapped a few buttons on his phone, and then looked up.

"Done," he said, his tone nonchalant, as he set the phone down on the table.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Clarissa's composed exterior cracked for a split second, her brows lifting just slightly before she quickly masked her surprise.

She stared at Ethan even more, her mind struggling to reconcile the ease with which he claimed to have transferred billions.

"You're saying it's done?" she asked, her voice even but edged with skepticism.

Ethan met her gaze, his expression unwavering.

"Yes."

Clarissa's doubt lingered, though she maintained her professional demeanor.

Transferring billions like it's pocket change? she thought. It can't be real. Still, she didn't let her uncertainty show, opting instead to wait for confirmation as the room buzzed with the silent shock of everyone present.

The room buzzed with even more tension as Ethan sat calmly, his phone still on the table. The spokesman, standing by the door, couldn't hide his doubt, his arms crossed and his expression skeptical.

The directors, on the other hand, were outright stunned, whispering among themselves, their disbelief palpable.

At that moment Clarissa opened her mouth, clearly about to speak, when her phone buzzed.

Immediately she glanced at the screen, then answered the call. Her expression remained neutral as she listened, but the subtle widening of her eyes betrayed her surprise. "Understood,"

she said before ending the call.

Immediately the room fell silent as she looked up. "The payment has gone through," she announced, her voice clear and professional.

The shock was instant and palpable. The spokesman's mouth fell open, and the directors froze, their disbelief turning into dread.

However Ethan remained composed, picking up the documents from the table.

Without hesitation, he signed them, pushing the papers back toward Clarissa.

Then, turning his gaze to the directors, he spoke with a calm authority that sent a chill through the room.

"You're all fired," Ethan said simply. His words landed like a hammer, the finality in his tone leaving no room for argument.

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The directors stumbled over their words, trying to protest, but Ethan raised a hand, silencing them. He turned to the security guards standing near the door.

"Escort them out," he instructed. "Tomorrow, they'll face the law. I suggest you find the best lawyers you can, because you'll need them."

Immediately the guards nodded, stepping forward as the directors began to stammer protests, their confidence replaced with panic.

They didn't know any of this was going to happen, and they just messed up.

Ethan watched silently as they were led out, his calm demeanor unshaken.

As the last of the directors were escorted out, the room settled into an uneasy calm. Clarissa watched Ethan carefully, her expression thoughtful. Despite his youth, he had acted decisively and fearlessly, something that both surprised and impressed her. Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire

At that moment She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope, stepping toward him.

"Mr. Ethan," she said, handing it over. "This is my resignation letter. Effective immediately."

Ethan took the envelope, his brow furrowing slightly.

"You're resigning?" he asked, glancing at her.

"Yes," she said with a small nod. "I've decided to join my brother abroad. It's been in the works for some time now."

Upon hearing what she just said.

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly as he considered her words. "You have a company this large, and yet you both prefer to stay abroad? Why?"

Clarissa smiled faintly, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "We enjoy the view abroad more," she said simply, her tone light.

Ethan studied her for a moment, sensing there was more to the story but deciding not to press further. "I see," he said, setting the resignation letter aside.

Ethan walked alongside Clarissa as they exited the building, early morning sun casting long shadows on the pavement. As they approached the waiting cars, Ethan couldn't help but notice the number of security guards surrounding her. Their movements were sharp, their eyes scanning every corner with practiced vigilance. It was far more than what he expected for a simple escort.

He glanced at Clarissa, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"I've got to ask," he said, his tone calm but firm. "With the way your brother spoke earlier, it sounded like he has no intention of ever coming back to this country. Why is that?"

At that moment Clarissa hesitated, her steps slowing as she seemed to weigh her words. Finally, she exhaled softly and turned to him. "You're right," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "He doesn't. Years ago, assassins were sent after him. In the chaos, he lost his daughter."

Upon hearing what she just said.

Ethan's eyes widened slightly, the weight of her words sinking in. "His daughter?" he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Clarissa nodded, her gaze distant. "It was a tragedy. Ever since then, he hasn't set foot in this country. He doesn't trust it, and honestly, I don't blame him."

Ethan's brow furrowed.

"And the police? They never found out who was responsible?"

She shook her head, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

"No. Whoever was behind it covered their tracks well. The case went cold, and we were left with nothing but questions and loss."

Ethan didn't respond immediately, his mind turning over her words as they reached the waiting car. There was more to this story.