Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 260 -

Upon seeing the men on black approaching Serenity’s uncle couldn’t help but laughed.

"Mr. Brown, did you call the police on the restaurant for not serving us a lavish meal and kicked us out?" His voice was light, dripping with sarcasm, and it drew a ripple of laughter from the York family.

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At that moment Mr. Brown forced a chuckle, his smug confidence returning as he straightened his jacket.

"Oh, come now," he said, shaking his head.

"I wouldn’t stoop so low. They’d be out of business before that would ever happen."

But the laughter stopped abruptly when the officers walked directly to their group and halted in front of them.

Immediately the leading officer, a tall man with sharp eyes, pulled out a document from his pocket.

His voice was firm but calm as he spoke.

"Mr. Brown, you are under arrest."

The words struck like lightning, leaving everyone frozen in shock.

Mr. Brown blinked rapidly, his smile faltering as the officer continued. "You are being charged with scamming multiple individuals under the guise of representing the godly investor and other criminal activities, including fraud and embezzlement. Please cooperate and come with us."

Upon hearing what the officer just said.

The York family’s mouths hung open, their stunned expressions shifting between disbelief and confusion. Serenity’s uncle stepped forward, his voice rising with disbelief.

"There must be some mistake! This is Mr. Brown! He’s—he’s practically a pillar of our community of business. You’ve got the wrong man."

But the officers were unmoved. One of them stepped closer, pulling out handcuffs as he gestured for Mr. Brown to stand.

"This is ridiculous!" Mr. Brown protested, his face paling. He looked at the York family, then at Serenity, his desperation evident. "You all know me! I’ve been working tirelessly for the York family! This—this has to be some misunderstanding."

However the officer held up the document again.

"We have sufficient evidence, Mr. Brown. You’ve been under investigation for months. If you resist, we’ll have no choice but to escalate this."

The weight of the words hung in the air. The York family looked on, their disbelief deepening into horror.

At that moment Serenity’s uncle exploded with indignation, his voice echoing across the street as he stepped forward.

"Are you out of your minds?" he bellowed, his face red with anger. Immediately he jabbed a finger toward the police officers, his tone sharp and accusing.

"Do you even know who Mr. Brown is? He’s not some random man you can just haul away! He works for one of the companies owned by the godly investor. The man’s practically untouchable!"

Hearing what serenity uncle just said.

The officers exchanged calm glances but said nothing, their professionalism unshaken by his outburst. This only seemed to enrage Serenity’s uncle further. "This is absurd!" he continued, throwing his arms up in frustration. "I’ve seen the godly investor myself. Mr. Brown has been in meetings with him—he’s spoken to him directly. What proof do you have? Or are you just taking orders from some petty local manager who thinks they can play God?"

His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation. The York family nodded in agreement, murmuring amongst themselves. They looked at the officers with a mixture of disdain and disbelief, as though waiting for them to admit to some sort of mistake.

Mr. Brown’s face turned several shades paler as Serenity’s uncle’s tirade echoed around him.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, but his fear began to ebb when it seemed the police had simply been misinformed—probably by that overzealous restaurant manager. Surely, this wasn’t about him and what he said about the Godly investor.

It couldn’t be.

Clearing his throat, Mr. Brown straightened his posture in a weak attempt to regain his composure. His eyes darted to the officers, masking his nervousness with a forced smile.

"Gentlemen," he began, his voice shaky but growing steadier as he spoke.

"I think there’s been a misunderstanding. My name is Brown—Brown Karen. I’m the financial manager of one of the godly investor’s companies. You must know who I am."

Immediately he gestured dramatically toward Serenity’s uncle and the York family.

"This family can vouch for me. I’ve been an integral part of ensuring their financial growth and prosperity. Perhaps this... confusion stems from an overreach by a certain manager at this establishment."

Hearing what Brown just said.

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Serenity’s uncle stepped forward, puffing his chest as though his words alone could dissolve the confrontation.

"Let me make this crystal clear,"

he said, his voice booming with an air of exaggerated authority.

"Mr. Brown isn’t just anyone. He’s the financial manager of the estates company under the godly investor himself. Do you know what that means?"

However He didn’t wait for a response, his hand slicing through the air for emphasis.

"It means he calls the shots. The godly investor? He doesn’t make a move without consulting Mr. Brown. This man here—"

He pointed dramatically to Mr. Brown, who tried his best to look composed despite the sweat glistening on his brow. "—is the backbone of their operation. Protocols are in place. That’s why he can’t just reveal the godly investor’s identity to you or anyone else. It’s not a matter of choice—it’s about protecting something bigger than all of us."

The York family nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of outrage and self-assurance, as though Serenity’s uncle’s words had restored their sense of superiority. "You officers need to think carefully," Serenity’s uncle added, his voice dripping with disdain.

"If you keep this up, you’ll be facing lawsuits you can’t even imagine. Now leave, before you embarrass yourselves further."

The police, however, stood their ground, their silence unnerving. The lead officer exchanged a glance with his team, his stoic expression unchanged by the outburst.

Just as Serenity’s uncle was about to continue his tirade, a voice rang out from behind the officers, clear and commanding.

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"That’s enough."

Hearing the voice the crowd turned as one, their collective gaze landing on a woman who stepped forward with calm authority. Naomi. Her tailored suit was impeccable, her expression one of composed determination. She had been standing behind the police, observing the entire spectacle with an intensity that now made every member of the York family shift uncomfortably.