Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 270 -

At that moment the man’s eyes shifted nervously, glancing at the guards stationed nearby as though gauging whether it was safe to speak. His grip on the bucket tightened before he exhaled slowly, setting it down.

"The Silver family is exactly what you think they are," he began hesitantly, his voice low and guarded.

"Powerful, ruthless, untouchable to most. But… there’s more to it."

Upon hearing what the man just said.

Ethan leaned against the nearby wall, his piercing gaze fixed on the man.

"I don’t care about the surface-level details. I need to know about their connections—the associations they used to come after me," he said, his voice calm but demanding. "What’s behind their reach? Who’s pulling the strings?"

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At that moment the man hesitated, his fingers fidgeting as though debating how much he should reveal.

"You’re not just some random university kid, are you?" he finally said, his tone laced with curiosity. "If you were, the Silver family wouldn’t have bothered. They don’t waste their time on nobodies."

Ethan’s expression remained unreadable, but his silence pressed the man to continue.

"Alright," the man relented. "I’ll tell you what I know. The Silver family is tied to something much bigger—a global organization. They’re part of a cult… a secretive group called ’The Circle.’"

"The Circle?" Ethan repeated, his brow furrowing.

The man nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah. It’s not just any cult. It’s a shadowy network with only five members—five of the most powerful families in the country. They don’t just deal in money or influence; they deal in control. Governments, industries, entire economies—they have their hands in everything."

At that moment the man shifted uneasily, his gaze flickering between Ethan and the guards stationed at the door.

making no one was listening.

"From what I’ve gathered," he began cautiously, "the Silver family… they’re the smallest fish in a very big pond. They’re the lowest among the five families in The Circle."

Ethan crossed his arms, his expression sharp and unreadable. "So, they’re not as untouchable as they like to pretend."

At that moment the man hesitated, shaking his head.

"Not exactly. Even being the lowest doesn’t mean they’re weak. They’re still part of The Circle, and that alone makes them dangerous. Honestly, I wouldn’t have even known the Silver family was connected if you hadn’t mentioned them. The families inside The Circle… they keep their identities under wraps."

Hearing what the man just said.

Ethan frowned.

"You mean you don’t know the names of the other families?"

The man shook his head again, his shoulders slumping.

"No. That’s how secretive they are. The Silver family is likely their weakest link, but they’re careful, too. They never leave a trail back to The Circle."

"What about The Circle itself?" Ethan pressed, his voice calm but insistent.

"What do they do?"

Again the man looked at Ethan carefully, gauging how much he should say.

"I don’t know the specifics," he admitted finally.

"It’s not like they’re out here running street-level operations or drug rings—at least, not directly. But their influence is… massive. Legal, illegal, it doesn’t matter. Their connections run deep. They’re like a spider’s web, stretching across industries, governments, and even the underground society."

Hearing what the man just said.

Ethan’s brow furrowed. "Underground society?"

"Yeah," the man said, his tone dropping to a whisper.

"The kind of families that don’t show up in the news. Black market traders, smugglers, organized crime syndicates. They all answer to The Circle. You see, The Circle holds leverage over them—information, secrets, weaknesses. They don’t need to strong-arm anyone. They just have to hint at what they know, and the underground falls in line."

At that moment Ethan’s mind churned as he absorbed the information.

"So, they’re not just about power—they’re about control."

"Exactly," the man replied, nodding. "They don’t dirty their hands, but their network is everywhere. Even when they don’t actively move, their presence is felt. People fear what they don’t know. The Circle thrives on that."

Ethan’s gaze hardened, his thoughts sharpening into focus.

"If they’re this secretive, why target me? I’m just a student."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

The man let out a dry laugh, his eyes narrowing.

"You’re no ordinary student. You wouldn’t be able to defeat me or even be on their radar if you were. Whatever you’ve done, whatever you’ve touched—it’s something they can’t ignore."

At that moment Ethan’s jaw tightened as he straightened, his mind already calculating his next steps.

"Good," he said, his tone resolute. "Because ignoring me isn’t an option anymore."

Ethan leaned back on the pillar, his thoughts swirling like a storm. The pieces of the puzzle were finally starting to come together.

The man’s explanation had painted a vague but ominous picture of The Circle, but something about it didn’t sit right with Ethan.

If they were as powerful as described, then why hadn’t they moved on him more directly? Perhaps there was a larger entity at play—something even The Circle feared. The thought made his jaw tighten.

At that moment he stepped outside the hideout, the fresh air doing little to clear the weight pressing down on his mind.

The evening sun dipped below the horizon as Ethan silently planned his approach for the next day’s meeting with the Silver family. They might be part of The Circle, but Ethan was determined to expose their limits.

**

It was the next morning, Ethan stood before the mirror, meticulously adjusting his suit. The sharp lines of his attire reflected the image of the godly investor—an identity that carried weight, influence, and mystery. He knew that today’s confrontation would require not just strength but the kind of calculated authority that came with this persona.

At that moment his phone buzzed on the dresser, and he picked it up.

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A message from Naomi flashed across the screen: [The York family has sent an invitation. They’re hosting a party for their grandmother’s birthday and want the godly investor to attend.]

Seeing the message Ethan let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head at their audacity. "They never learn," he muttered under his breath.

However his fingers hovered over the phone, contemplating his response. It wasn’t just a party—it was a desperate attempt to regain favor. Whether or not he would accept the invitation depended on how things unfolded with the Silver family today.