Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 233 -

Immediately Alex frowned, sensing the shift in his tone.

"What’s wrong?" she asked, but Ethan didn’t answer. He was already moving, his focus locked on a figure trying to retreat into the darkness.

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The faint click of a camera gave them away.

The paparazzi must’ve thought he was clever, slipping away unnoticed. But before he could take another step, Ethan appeared behind him like a ghost.

Seeing Ethan the man froze, the unexpected proximity sending a jolt through his body. He spun around, clutching his camera tightly, his eyes wide.

However Ethan’s calm expression betrayed none of the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "Delete the photos," he said evenly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The paparazzi blinked, his shock quickly giving way to defiance. "And if I don’t?" he challenged, straightening up as though trying to appear braver than he felt. "What can you do about it?"

At that moment Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of something dangerous flashing across his face.

Immediately Alex hurried over, her heels clicking against the pavement.

"Ethan, don’t," she said quickly, her voice firm but low.

"You can’t do anything. Otherwise, this turns into a media circus, and trust me, you don’t want that."

Upon hearing what Alex just said.

The paparazzi, emboldened by Alex’s words, straightened his posture and sneered.

"You should listen to her," he said smugly, clutching his camera tighter. "If you so much as lay a finger on me, I’ll scream. And everyone will know what kind of man you are and Alex would find herself in trouble. Let’s see how you like being the headline for once."

However Ethan’s face remained calm, almost unnervingly so. He studied the man for a moment, then turned to Alex and gave a small nod, his voice quiet but chillingly decisive. "Okay."

As Ethan turned away, the paparazzi’s smug grin twisted into confusion when his camera suddenly began to emit a faint crackling sound. Within seconds, smoke poured out from the device, and the acrid smell of burnt circuits filled the air.

"What the—" the paparazzi stammered, staring in horror as his prized camera sparked and died in his hands.

He stumbled backward, Immediately his legs giving way as he fell to the ground, his face pale with shock.

He had no idea what had just happened, but the lifeless camera in his hands told couldn’t make him think of what just happened.

Ethan didn’t so much as glance back, his steps measured and calm as he walked toward Alex.

"Let’s go," he said, his tone as composed as ever.

Alex hurried after him, stealing a glance at the paparazzi, who was still on the ground, muttering incomprehensibly. She opened the car door for Ethan, her curiosity bubbling over.

"I’ll take you home," she offered, her voice light but probing, hoping to use the moment to figure out where Ethan lived.

However Ethan paused before getting into the car, his sharp gaze meeting hers.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Take me back to the JSk entertainment company."

Alex’s shoulders dropped slightly, hiding her disappointment. "The entertainment company?" she echoed, trying to mask her curiosity with a casual tone.

Immediately Ethan nodded, slipping into the passenger seat. "I still have things to oversee," he replied simply, leaving no room for further questions. Alex sighed and started the car, her mind racing as she drove, trying to piece together the enigma that was Ethan.

Not long after Alex pulled up to the entertainment company, a heavy silence filled the car. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, seemingly debating something. However Ethan glanced at her, sensing her hesitation but choosing not to ask.

When the car came to a stop, Alex turned to him, her expression unusually serious.

Before Ethan could say anything, she reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek black card, pressing it firmly into his hand.

"Here," she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.

"My contact. Call me anytime."

Ethan looked down at the card, puzzled.

"Alex, I—" Stay connected with novelbuddy

However She didn’t let him finish. Leaning forward, she kissed him softly on the cheek. The sudden gesture caught Ethan completely off guard.

His body stiffened, and for a moment, he was too stunned to react.

Pulling back, Alex smiled, though it was tinged with sadness.

"I’ll stay single until you decide to marry me,"

she said, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with conviction.

At that moment Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come.

It had all happened so quickly—her words, her kiss, the weight of her confession—it was overwhelming. Before he could gather his thoughts, Alex had already started the car engine.

He watched as she dashed away, her heels clicking against the pavement, her figure disappearing into the distance. Ethan sat there, the card still in his hand, his mind was full of disbelief.

At that moment Ethan’s faint smile disappeared as the men in black stepped closer, their presence heavy with unspoken tension. He calmly closed his car door, his fingers still resting lightly on the handle as he studied their movements.

The one in front, tall with a sharp, calculating gaze, spoke first.

"Mr. Ethan, our master wishes to have a word with you," he said, his voice low and steady, laced with authority. "This cannot wait."

Ethan tilted his head slightly, his expression neutral but his thoughts racing.

’ So, they’ve finally come out of hiding. Figures. They’d try to intimidate me into submission.’

"’Wishes to have a word,’ huh?" Ethan’s tone was calm, almost casual. "And I suppose this is more of an invitation I can’t refuse?"

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The man’s expression didn’t change.

"It would be… wise to come with us," he replied carefully, avoiding any overt threats but making his meaning clear.

At that moment Ethan let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "You know, most people would start with a phone call. But I guess you’re not most people, are you?"

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The group exchanged glances, clearly not expecting Ethan’s calm demeanor.

However Their leader cleared his throat, his jaw tightening. "Our master insists."

Ethan stepped away from the car, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as they flicked between the men.

’So, this is how they want to play it. Fine. I’ll play along—for now.’

"Alright," Ethan said, his voice steady. "Lead the way."

The leader nodded and gestured for Ethan to follow.