Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

At that moment Naomi's eyes widened to the size of the amount Ethan Just said , her mouth dropping open in a perfect.

"O" of shock.

She stared at Ethan like he had just sprouted a second head.

At that moment she was able to get herself back.

"You want me to do what?"

she sputtered, her voice jumping in shock.

"The general manager of the entire estate? can attend the party as your representative? But... but Ethan, I'm just a lowly employee! Why on earth would you choose me for such a huge responsibility?"

At that moment Ethan's face grew solemn, his brows knitting together in a serious expression.

He placed his hands on Naomi's shoulders, looking her square in the eye not minding she was older than him.

"Naomi, listen to me. I wouldn't trust just anyone with this. But you? I know you'll handle everything with the utmost discretion and professionalism. You're the only one I can rely on."

Then he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

"But there's one thing you must swear to me. No matter what happens, you cannot reveal my name to a single soul. If anyone asks, you simply say you work for a master. And if you find yourself in any kind of trouble, you call me immediately, understand?"

upon hearing what Ethan just said Naomi felt like her head was spinning on her shoulders.

She took a step back, her hands coming up to massage her temples. "Ethan, I... I don't understand any of this. How in the world did you come into so much money? None of this makes a lick of sense. Are you secretly dipping into Lady Madison's future?

Just who are you to her? Because I'm not buying this whole 'distant relative' shtick."

At that moment Ethan let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his secret.

He glanced around furtively again, making sure they were truly alone, then motioned for Naomi to come closer.

"Naomi, I'm going to tell you the truth. But you have to promise me, on everything you hold dear, that you won't breathe a word of this to anyone. Can you do that for me?"

Naomi nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. As she leaned in, her ear practically touched Ethan's lips.

"I'm not just related to Lady Madison,"

Ethan whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

"I'm her grandson."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Upon hearing what Ethan just said Naomi reeled back like she'd been slapped, her hands flying to her mouth.

"Lady Madison's grandson?"

she repeated, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"But... but how is that possible? Why have I never heard even a whisper about you before?"

Ethan just smiled wryly, then a hint of sadness turned on his eyes. "I've made a conscious choice to keep my identity under wraps, Naomi. For reasons I hope you can understand, given the circumstances. But yes, my grandmother has entrusted me with a vast sum to invest and build my own empire, separate from hers."

Naomi's mind was whirring like a supercomputer, trying to process this bombshell of a news.

She had always assumed Lady Madison's true net worth was a mystery, with estimates ranging from a paltry 70 billion to an eye-watering 120 billion dollars. But given the way Ethan was throwing money around like it's nothing, she was starting to wonder if even those astronomical figures were laughably low.

"Holy smokes,"

she muttered under her breath. "She must have given him at least ten billion to start with, just as a test run. And he's already blown some of them like it was pocket change!" Find your next read on empire

At that moment a sudden thought struck her, and she couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. "Lady Madison is one smart cookie, I'll give her that. But her grandson? Bless his heart, but he's a few sandwiches short of a picnic, ready to drop five billion on a whim like it's nothing. Someone needs to put a leash on this boy before he bankrupts the whole family!"

She said to herself.

Squaring her shoulders, Naomi reached out and grasped Ethan's hand in a vice-like grip.

"Alright, Ethan. I'm in. But let me make one thing crystal clear. I will not stand by and watch you flush your grandmother's hard-earned cash down the toilet. With me as your guide, we're going to invest every red cent like our lives depend on it. I won't let you go belly-up within a week, you hear me?"

Ethan's face split into a grin so wide, it threatened to crack his cheeks; he couldn't believe he just made the right decision.

"Naomi, you're a lifesaver. I couldn't ask for a better partner in crime. With you by my side, I know we'll be unstoppable and soon I will be taking over my grandma."

As they hammered out the finer points of their new arrangement, Ethan casually mentioned that he planned to pay Naomi a salary on top of her already substantial earnings as the new estate manager. But Naomi just waved him off with a scoff.

"Ethan, please. The money I'll be making in from running this joint is already obscene. I don't need you to sweeten the pot any further. Save your money for more important things."

With a final handshake that nearly crushed bones, Ethan and Naomi went their separate ways, both buzzing with a heady mix of excitement for what the future held.

The moment he was out of Naomi's sight, Ethan whipped out his phone and frantically checked his system balance, eager to see how many points his latest spending spree had netted him. He was also curious to know how much of his allocated funds he had left to play with.

As the figures flashed across the screen, Ethan let out a low whistle. "Not too shabby,"

he muttered, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"But let's see if we can't pump those numbers up even higher."

With 37 points he got for the estate investment and the 2 points he kept before he now has 39 points.

Without a second thought, he dumped a hefty chunk of his newly acquired points into his Body and Speed attributes, grinning like a madman as he confirmed the distribution.

[Strength— 10

Speed— 20

Body (Charm)— 24

Intelligent— 0]

immediately the effect was instantaneous. Ethan felt a rush of pure, unadulterated power surging through his veins, his muscles practically humming with energy. He felt like he could run a marathon, bench press a truck, and still have enough juice left over to party all night long.

Just as he was basking in this newfound sense of invincibility, a familiar chime sounded from his phone, signaling a message from the system.

[Host has unlocked Aura. Use aura to crumble your enemies to the ground without touching them.]