Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Immediately Damein finished his words the room erupted in a frenzy of excitement.

The Players and media began to gaze at the menus that were in front of them, their eyes wide with anticipation and greed, as some of them were already wanting to go for the best.

But just as the excitement was growing and followed by whispers, each trying to quickly order something, then a loud bang on the table echoed through the room, cutting through the noise like a knife.

immediately Everyone fell silent, their heads turning in unison to stare at Ethan.

Ethan didn't know the time he slammed his fist down on the table, and the force of the impact sending a shockwave through the polished wood.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The table continued to vibrate, a low, ominous hum that seemed to fill the room with a sense of unease.

As all gaze was still on Ethan.

Ethan then stood up, his eyes sweeping over the assembled crowd with a cold, appraising gaze.

"I will be handling the ordering tonight, since I'm hosting the party, it's best I order everything myself," he said, his voice calm but firm.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm and wanting to try new things, but I think it's best that everyone gets their hands off the menu and allow me to handle the menu."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said immediately there was a murmur of disappointment from the players, they didn't understand what was going on anymore.

but no one dared to argue because the fool might just say he wouldn't be paying for the food outside the one he ordered himself, and they would be forced to pay.

instead of that to happen they better just allow him to do his thing. Ethan may have been their teammate and some of them still don't like him , but he was also the one footing the bill. And in this situation, that made him the king.

The chief waiter, a tall, imposing man with a neatly trimmed beard, nodded in agreement to what Ethan just said.

He signaled to the waiter standing closest to the captain, who quickly scurried over to Ethan's side.

"Your menu, sir,"

the waiter said, handing Ethan a leather-bound tome that looked more like a grimoire than a list of dishes.

Damian, who had been watching the situation with a sly smile, leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with malice.

He knew that the menu Ethan had been given was just a decoy - a list of dishes with prices that had been carefully reduced to seem reasonable.

But the real menu, the one the chief waiter kept close to his chest, has a very different price to the one given to Ethan.

The prices on that menu were five, even ten times higher than the ones Ethan was looking at.

It was a trap, carefully laid by Damien and the chief waiter himself.

At that moment he could barely contain his smile as he watched Ethan peruse the menu, his brow furrowed in concentration knowing whatever he wanted to do, he's one step ahead of him.

The poor little orphan, trying to play smart and being a big shot. But he has no idea what he's getting himself into.

Damian knew that Ethan had no real power or connections in any way to challenge him and he's going to defeat him.

He's just a kid who had gotten lucky at the match and he got lucky to be gifted one million dollars, and then he spent it all on drinks, now he's looking like a flash in the pan who thinks he can run with the big dogs. Well, tonight, he's going to show him just how wrong he was.

Ethan, unaware of the scheme unfolding around him, turned to the chief waiter.

"How much was the private booking for this room?"

he asked, his tone casual.

The chief waiter smiled, his eyes glinting with a kind of predatory hunger.

"One hundred thousand dollars, sir,"

he said, his voice as smooth as silk.

Ethan nodded, seemingly unfazed by the exorbitant price tag but he knows something is wrong, because he didn't see Mike as the kind of guy that would want to hurt him in any ways.

He someone else might.

He turned back to the menu, his finger tracing down the list of dishes.

"I'll take the filet mignon for everyone,"

he said, his voice ringing out with confidence.

"And a bottle of your finest red wine. That should be enough for everyone, don't you think?"

The chief waiter nodded, with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"An excellent choice, sir,"

he said, his tone dripping with false sincerity.

the money in which Damien promised him was still ringing in his head.

As the waiters began to bring out the food and drinks, the room once again erupted in a chorus of praise and admiration.

The Players started Clapping for Ethan from all corners, the camera team started snapping photos and scribbling furiously in their notepads. not wanting to Miss anyone because everything that happens here would be uploaded in the school gallery.

However Damian just sat back and watched, with a smug smile on his face.

He knew that the real show was yet to come and he can't wait to see the look on Ethan's face when he realizes what is coming for him.

After everything was done and everyone started eating.

As the last of the plates was served, the chief waiter approached Ethan, with a small silver tray in his hand.

"Your bill, sir,"

he said, his voice as smooth as honey.

Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card - the same one that Lady Madison had given him.

He handed it to the waiter with a confident smile on his face.

The waiter collected the card from Ethan, but as the waiter swiped the card through the machine, his expression slowly changed from one of politeness and friendly to one of confusion and concern.

He then swiped the card again, then a third time, his movements becoming more and more frantic each time.

Finally, he turned to Ethan, his face filled with disgust.

"I'm sorry, sir,"

he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"But your card has been declined. The payment was unsuccessful."