Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 307

With that, the man swiped his card, and just like that, two million dollars were spent without a second thought. The cashier processed the payment with steady hands, though her eyes betrayed her astonishment. The murmurs around the store grew louder—some envious, some admiring, and others simply stunned by the sheer display of wealth.

After the transaction was complete, the man turned to Ethan and Serenity with a smug grin. "Money rules," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

"There's nothing in this world that money can't buy."

Ethan said nothing, his face unreadable, but Serenity folded her arms, unimpressed.

At that moment the man then turned toward the display of special suits—the ones without price tags. He gestured toward a particular suit at the center, the one that stood slightly elevated among the others, its presence commanding attention.

"That one, though," he said, his tone shifting into something more serious.

"That's the only thing money alone can't buy."

Immediately Serenity followed his gaze, curiosity filling her eyes.

"Why?" she asked.

Then the man exhaled as if recalling an old tale.

"That suit belonged to a musician—a legend. He wore it on the night he performed a song that changed the course of a war.

His melody was so powerful that it united people, ended bloodshed, and became a symbol of peace."

At that moment Serenity's eyes widened slightly, while Ethan simply observed in silence.

The cashier, who had been listening, nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's true," she added.

"That suit isn't just an outfit—it's a symbol. A part of history."

The man smirked.

"Someone even tried to buy it for ten million dollars once," he continued, shaking his head.

"But the owner refused. Said it wasn't about the money."

Upon hearing what the man just said.

Serenity blinked, glancing at Ethan to see his reaction, but his face remained impassive. He wasn't impressed by the story, nor by the arrogance of the man who had just spent millions on a suit. Instead, he seemed deep in thought, as if something about the whole situation amused him.

The store remained silent for a moment, everyone absorbing the weight of the conversation, until the man let out a chuckle.

"Still," he said, "everything else? Just a matter of the right price."

With that, he adjusted his cuffs, picked up his new suit.

After making his bold statement, the man strolled out of the store, leaving behind an air of arrogance and a lingering sense of power. Serenity, however, remained captivated by the suits that had no price tags. She traced her fingers over the fabric of one of them, her eyes reflecting admiration.

"They're beautiful," she murmured.

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Then Ethan glanced at her.

"You want one?"

Immediately Serenity chuckled and shook her head.

"I'd rather spend my money on something that actually makes sense." She paused, then smirked. "Besides, I doubt they'd even let me buy one even if I have the money."

Ethan shrugged.

"Money rules, remember?" He repeated the other man's words with a hint of amusement.

At that moment She rolled her eyes but smiled as they exited the store. The two of them got back into Serenity's rented car, the streets now glowing with the warm colors of the setting sun. Serenity dropped Ethan off at the hotel before heading to her own room.

Once inside his suite, Ethan placed the shopping bag down and loosened his tie.

He wasn't the type to enjoy flashy clothing, but now that he had access to more wealth than he knew what to do with, the temptation to spend was creeping in.

At that moment He leaned against the edge of the bed, his fingers idly scrolling through his phone. His mind wandered for a moment before he made a decision. Without overthinking it, he dialed a number.

The call was answered almost immediately.

"Mr. Winston," a professional voice greeted him.

"I need a watch," Ethan said simply.

There was a slight pause, then the voice on the other end spoke again. "What kind of watch are you looking for, sir?"

"The best one you have."

Another pause.

"We have a rare piece—custom-designed, encrusted with diamonds, one of only three in the world. It's priced at ten million dollars."

Ethan didn't hesitate.

"Bring it in."

Ethan completed the payment with ease, and just as promised, the watch was delivered exactly an hour later.

The delivery was smooth—no unnecessary delays, no questions asked.

He unboxed it and held the timepiece in his hands, its diamonds catching the soft glow of the hotel lights.

It was extravagant, something he would have never considered wearing in the past, but tonight, he felt like indulging.

However the only downside? He was now thirty minutes late for the ceremony.

Meanwhile, at the venue, Serenity sat alone at the elegantly decorated table she had reserved for Ethan. Her fingers idly traced the rim of her glass, her eyes drifting toward the entrance every now and then, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But Ethan still hadn't shown up.

The hall was buzzing with energy—music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The dance floor was already crowded, the air filled with the scent of expensive colognes and perfumes.

Many of the big shots had arrived with dates—most of whom were strangers they had likely met in the city just hours ago.

They flaunted their charm, whispering sweet nothings and spinning their partners in elegant movements across the floor.

Others had found entertainment in each other, forming small groups where they exchanged jokes and sipped on high-end cocktails, laughing over exaggerated stories. Some were already pairing off, drawn into the exclusivity of the moment, while others were still scanning the room, choosing their targets for the night.

Serenity sat there, her fingers gently tapping against the stem of her wine glass, lost in thought. The swirling music, the laughter, and the chatter of the room faded into a dull hum around her.

She had saved that seat for Ethan, but with each passing minute, her confidence in him showing up was beginning to wane.

Just then, someone slid into the chair beside her. She turned her head slightly, recognizing him instantly. It was one of the guys from their group—Archer Carter, son of a prominent family with a reputation for arrogance masked as charm.

He wore a confident smirk, his tuxedo tailored to perfection, exuding wealth that many envied.

"You're still waiting for him?" Archer asked, swirling the drink in his glass before taking a slow sip. "Serenity, come on. You had to know he wasn't going to show."

Immediately Serenity arched a brow.

"And why wouldn't he?" Her tone was cool, but there was a sharpness in her gaze that dared him to continue.

Archer chuckled as if she had said something amusing. "Do I really have to spell it out for you?" He leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes roam the grand ballroom before returning to her. "Look around, Serenity. Everyone here is dressed in suits and gowns worth more than a hundred grand. This isn't a place for commoners. Ethan wouldn't come because he wouldn't want to embarrass himself."

Serenity's jaw clenched slightly, but she held back her irritation.

"Ethan isn't the type to feel intimidated."

Archer smirked.

"Oh, really? Then where is he?" He gestured toward the dance floor, where the elite twirled and whispered in low, intimate voices. "He knows his place, Serenity. That's why he didn't come."

At that moment Serenity set her glass down with a quiet but firm clink.

"Ethan bought a suit worth a hundred thousand dollars today," she said calmly

"So if you think he wouldn't come because of intimidation, you're wrong."

Archer leaned forward slightly, his voice dripping with amusement. "Serenity, let's be real here," he said.

"I bet you were the one who bought that suit for him. And now, Ethan's probably off somewhere selling it for cash."

Serenity's eyes narrowed.

"You don't know him."

Archer chuckled.

"Oh, I've seen it happen before. Plenty of times. I've given money, clothes, and watches to people who couldn't afford them, and do you know what they did? Sold them the next day. It's survival instinct for commoners." He swirled the drink in his glass lazily.

"You can't blame them. That suit is probably worth more than what Ethan has ever had in his entire life."

At that moment Serenity clenched her jaw.

"Ethan isn't like that."

Archer smirked, tilting his head slightly as if humoring her.

"If you say so. But I wouldn't be surprised if you never see that suit again." He lifted his glass toward her in a mock toast.

"Consider it a gift that's already gone."

Just as Serenity opened her mouth to retort, the grand doors to the ballroom swung open, and the subtle murmur of conversations stilled. Heads instinctively turned toward the entrance.

Ethan had arrived.

The room reacted immediately—not with awe, but with something closer to irritation. He was wearing the very suit Serenity had bought, the one they had doubted he'd ever put on. The black tuxedo fit him perfectly, emphasizing his sharp features and effortless confidence. He didn't slouch, didn't hesitate—he walked in like he belonged there, like the wealth draped on his body was second nature.

But the reactions from the others weren't admiration. They weren't impressed.

They were angry.

Angry that someone like Ethan, someone they had already dismissed as beneath them, could wear something this expensive and look just as good—if not better—than they did. Angry that his presence challenged the silent hierarchy they had always upheld. Angry because, somehow, Ethan refused to fit into the mold they had set for him.