Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 310 -

None of them could believe the bastard was still standing their, he was supposed to have ran away and here he was standing.

At that moment Serenity hearts almost stop, she knew this was their plan from the beginning to humiliate Ethan and from the look of things it seems they have succeeded in it.

everyone would now have a reason to laugh at him.

At that moment a wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd the moment Ethan's name was called.

Eyes narrowed in scrutiny, heads tilted with amusement, and a few voices snickered under their breath.

"Why even bother?" someone muttered.

"This is just embarrassing."

A group near the front started recording on their phones, whispering amongst themselves as they prepared to mock Ethan's inevitable humiliation.

"He's just wasting time."

"The guy barely scraped his way onto this trip—what could he possibly be wearing?"

Cater Kenny, still basking in his moment of glory, let out a low chuckle, folding his arms as he leaned against the podium.

"Do yourself a favor, Winston," he said lazily, voice carrying through the microphone. "Just sit back down."

Laughter erupted.

Another voice from the crowd chimed in—

"Yeah! Unless Lady Madison dressed you herself, don't bother stepping up there."

The mockery grew bolder, voices overlapping as they hurled one insult after another.

"He probably borrowed Serenity's money for that suit."

"A hundred thousand dollars? That's nothing. He's dirt compared to the rest of us."

Ethan didn't move.

He simply stood there, silent, watching as the crowd reveled in their cruelty.

Serenity's hands tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

"Ethan," she whispered, her voice trembling with anger.

She wanted to say something—to stand up for him—but before she could, Ethan finally moved.

With slow, deliberate steps, he rose from his seat.

The mockery didn't stop—if anything, it grew louder.

"Look at him!"

"This is gonna be hilarious!"

But Ethan?

Ethan didn't flinch.

Serenity grabbed Ethan's wrist, her grip firm, her voice low and urgent.

"Ethan, stop. Just leave it. It's not worth it."

Ethan didn't stop walking.

She stepped in front of him, forcing him to look at her.

"This is exactly what they want," she whispered fiercely. "They're waiting for you to go up there so they can humiliate you. That's their game. Don't give them what they want."

Ethan's expression didn't change, but there was something dangerous in his eyes, something unreadable.

"Calm down," he said, his voice steady. "I've got this under control."

Serenity shook her head, frustration flashing across her face.

"Under control?!" she hissed. "Ethan, we both know your suit is just 100K. Do you know what that means? You'll be the lowest-ranked among all of them! That's exactly what they want! They'll use it to drag you down even further—"

Ethan cut her off with a look.

A look that made her go silent.

His lips curved into a faint smirk, but his eyes held something deeper—something unreadable.

"Let them think they've won," he murmured. "I'm about to give them the biggest shock of their lives."

Serenity's stomach twisted.

She knew that tone.

She knew that look.

And she wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or terrified.

The silence was deafening.

Ethan's words hung in the air, twisting into something unexpected—something the crowd hadn't prepared for.

Serenity's eyes widened, her breath hitched.

He just said it. In front of everyone.

The murmurs started immediately.

"Serenity bought it for him?"

"Does that mean he didn't even pay for his own clothes?"

"Tch. What a freeloader."

Ethan held the mic loosely, his stance relaxed. He let their words settle, let them think they had won.

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Then, he spoke again.

"Since you're all so interested in my wealth, how about we make things interesting?"

That got their attention. The man at the podium, still grinning like a fool, raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do enlighten us, Ethan."

Ethan nodded once, his voice casual—too casual.

"Let's not waste time. You want to talk money? Fine. Let's talk money."

His hand reached into his pocket, and the moment his fingers wrapped around the smooth metal, a smirk touched his lips. He pulled out his watch.

The room gasped. A diamond-studded timepiece. Sleek, minimalistic, but unmistakably luxurious.

It wasn't just any watch. It was a limited-edition Patek Philippe—one of only five in existence.

The kind of watch not even billionaires could get their hands on easily. The man at the podium blinked rapidly, struggling to maintain his composure.

"What… what kind of watch is that?"

Ethan tilted his head slightly, his smirk widening. "This?" He held it up, letting the light catch the encrusted diamonds.

"Oh, it's nothing much."

The room was dead silent now.

He let that silence linger—let them feel it. Then, in the same calm, indifferent tone, he said—

"Ten million dollars."

The entire hall exploded.

"TEN MILLION?!"

"That's impossible!"

"It has to be fake!"

Even the most composed former seniors of the school were staring in disbelief.

Carter Kenny, the man who had dominated the competition so far, suddenly stiffened.

He had been standing at the top, untouchable—until now.

His entire outfit was worth two million dollars.

Ethan's watch alone was worth five times that amount.

His face darkened.

The man at the podium stumbled over his words, trying to regain control.

"Ten million? Are you sure? That's—"

Ethan cut him off smoothly. "Oh, I'm very sure."

Then, he lifted his wrist slightly, revealing the official authentication card tucked underneath.

A gasp rippled through the crowd.

It was real. The air shifted.

The whispers changed.

"How does a guy like Ethan own something like that?"

"No way. He's just a nobody."

"Unless… he's not."

Carter Kenny's fingers twitched, his expression dark and unreadable.

He was the wealthiest among them. He was supposed to win.

But this…

This wasn't part of the script.

Ethan tilted his head slightly, his gaze settling on Carter, then, with a calmness that made the room feel suffocating, he said—

"Still think money can buy everything, Carter?"