Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Chapter 118



Chapter 118

Upon hearing the knock on his door, Ethan's heart seized, his body was momentarily paralyzed with shock.

Before he could get himself back from the state of shock, the doorbell sounds followed immediately, it sent a shiver down his spine, each chime echoing in his ears like a haunting melody.

immediately his mind raced with possibilities , each more dreadful than the last.

"No, no, no,"

he muttered under his breath, his eyes widening in fear of not wanting to be found.

"This can't be happening. Not now."

Ethan's breath came in short, ragged gasps as he tried to compose himself.

He knew he had to act fast and smart, but fear had taken hold of his limbs, making them feel heavy and unresponsive.

With trembling hands, immediately he reached for his mask, fumbling as he tried to secure it over his face. The fabric felt suffocating, but it was his only protection against the unknown threat that lurked beyond the door.

"Come on, Ethan,"

he whispered to himself, his voice shaking.

"This isn't the end of the world, even if I have been exposed, why would I be acting so terrified, I got this. Just stay calm."

Steeling himself, Ethan forced his legs to move toward the door, each step towards the door feeling like a monumental effort.

His heart was still pounding against his ribcage, threatening to burst through his chest.

As he reached the door, he hesitated for once, his hand hovering over the peephole. "Please, let it be someone else,"

he prayed silently, his stomach twisting with dread.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward, his eye pressing against the small glass opening.

To his surprise, the person on the other side was not a journalist or a curious bystander, but the hotel service lady.

At that moment relief washed over him, but it wasn't for long. Something about her presence felt off, and a nagging suspicion began to gnaw at the back of his mind. "Why would she be here at this hour?"

he thought, his brow furrowing.

without wasting anymore time Ethan opened the door, his grip on the handle tighter than necessary.

upon seeing Ethan opening the door the lady greeted him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Good evening Sir, I came to ask if you need anything."

she asked, her voice saccharine sweet.

Hearing what she just said Ethan managed to calm down a little.

with a calm and low voice he said.

"Nope,"

Ethan replied curtly, his tone even more guarded.

"I have to keep moving, it's not still safe,"

he said to himself, his breath coming in short gasps.

"I can't let them catch me and start asking me unnecessary questions."

"Damn it, I can't be caught."

Ethan ran through the streets to an unknown destination.

He clutched the saff tightly in his hand.

After he had left the hotel premises he fumbled for his phone with the other hand.

With shaking fingers, he dialed Naomi's number.

"Pick up, pick up,"

he pleaded, his heart hammering in his chest as his eyes moved from left to right scanning the surrounding.

At that moment the call connected, and Ethan's words tumbled out in a frantic rush.

"Naomi, come get me quickly. Don't come with a taxi. Rent a car. I'll pay you everything. I'll send you my location now."

Ethan immediately sent Naomi his location.

He was waiting for her response, his heart still hammering in his chest. Read new chapters at empire

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him.

"Hey, it's the Godly Investor!"

Upon hearing the voice behind him Ethan froze, his blood turning to ice in his veins.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening again."

he whispered, his eyes widening in shock.

He slowly turned, only to find himself surrounded by a crowd of people.

immediately Cameras started flashing, blinding him momentarily. Voices clamored, some calling his name, others begging for help.

"Please, Mr. Godly Investor,"

a woman cried out, her face streaked with tears.

"My family needs your help. We're about to lose everything."

"I have a sick child,"

another man pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion.

"I can't afford the treatment. Please, you're our only hope, help us."

Some even dropped to their knees, their hands outstretched in desperate pleas.

Ethan at that moment stood rooted to the spot.


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