Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Not long after the class was over, Immediately Serenity turned to Ethan, her brows knit together with concern.

"You shouldn't have done that," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Now you've made an enemy on the very first day. We still have thirty days to go, Ethan. Don't you think that's a bit... reckless?"

Hearing Serenity words Ethan shrugged nonchalantly, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. "I'm not afraid of making enemies," he replied, his tone light but steady. He glanced at her, his expression softening. "I could make an enemy of everyone here except you. That's the only thing that matters to me."

At that moment Serenity blinked, taken aback by his words.

Immediately her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but the sincerity in his tone left her momentarily speechless.

Instead, she looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to hide the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Before she could respond, the teacher's voice cut through the chatter in the room.

"Alright, that's all for now. Go relax, enjoy the facilities, and prepare for the evening ceremony. It'll start promptly at eight, so make sure you're ready."

The students began filing out, their conversations buzzing with excitement about the evening event.

Serenity and Ethan stood almost in unison, their movements mirroring each other. They exchanged a glance and walked toward the door together, the hum of chatter following them out.

As they stepped into the hallway, Serenity sighed.

"I didn't even know there would be a special ceremony tonight," she admitted, her tone tinged with worry.

"I didn't bring anything suitable for that kind of event. I mean, who plans a ceremony on the first day?"

At that moment Ethan chuckled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I didn't bring anything either," he said.

"Guess I wasn't planning to impress anyone."

She glanced at him, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, you're going to stand out whether you plan to or not," she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "But seriously, what are we going to do? I can't exactly show up in casual clothes."

Then Ethan's gaze flicked to the large windows lining the hallway, where the city stretched out beneath them, glittering under the afternoon sun. He thought for a moment before turning back to her. "How about we go shopping?" he suggested. His voice was casual, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"We can pick something out together."

Serenity hesitated, studying his face for any sign of a joke, but he seemed completely serious. "Shopping?"

she repeated, a hint of surprise in her tone.

"With you?"

Ethan nodded.

"Why not? You don't want to show up underdressed, and I could use something decent to wear too. Plus," he added with a slight smirk, "it might be fun."

Hearing Ethan words She couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Alright," she said, her voice lighter now.

"Let's do it. But if we're going shopping, I'm picking your outfit."

Ethan laughed.

"Deal. As long as I get to pick yours."

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Serenity rolled her eyes but didn't argue. Together, they walked toward the elevators, the tension from earlier disappeared.

Not long after Ethan and Serenity stepped out of the grand hotel, the sunlight bouncing off the sleek black Mercedes Benz Serenity had rented. She turned to Ethan with a teasing smile.

"Hop in," she said, opening the driver's side door.

Ethan chuckled as he slid into the passenger seat.

"Nice ride. You're really embracing this trip."

"I figured if we're going to a seven-star hotel, we might as well drive like we belong here," Serenity replied with a grin, starting the engine. The car purred to life, and they glided out onto the busy streets.

Their destination was a sprawling clothing mall, one that dwarfed any they had seen back in their city. The building's towering glass façade sparkled under the afternoon sun, and the parking lot buzzed with activity. As they stepped inside, they were greeted by a rush of cool air and the hum of conversation. Shoppers darted between racks and displays, their arms laden with designer bags.

"Let's head to the suits," Serenity suggested, pointing toward a section adorned with mannequins in sharp tuxedos.

Ethan shook his head, gesturing toward the women's section.

"You first. Get your dress sorted out, then we'll deal with me."

Serenity rolled her eyes but didn't argue. She led the way to the evening gown section, her eyes lighting up as she scanned the rows of elegant dresses. After some deliberation, she selected three gowns—a deep red one with a flowing train, a sleek emerald green number, and a classic black dress with intricate lace details.

"Try them on," Ethan encouraged, leaning casually against a nearby rack.

Immediately Serenity disappeared into the fitting room and emerged a few minutes later in the red gown. Ethan straightened up, his gaze thoughtful as he took her in.

"Looks great," he said simply, his tone sincere.

She smiled and went back to try the green dress. When she stepped out, Ethan gave her the same nod of approval.

"That one's good too," he said, folding his arms.

Finally, she came out in the black dress.

Then Ethan paused for a moment before speaking.

"Honestly, they all look amazing. You can't go wrong with any of them."

Serenity laughed softly.

"You're no help. I'll just get all three."

After completing her purchase, they moved to the men's section. As they approached the suits, Ethan noticed two familiar faces standing near a display. They were classmates from their school, both of them tall and dressed in casual yet expensive-looking clothes.

The two were deep in conversation, their attention fixed on a particularly striking navy-blue suit with subtle gold accents.

Serenity nudged Ethan lightly and whispered, "Looks like we're not the only ones preparing for tonight."

Ethan smirked, his eyes flicking to the suit the boys were admiring. "Let's see if they leave any good options for us."

Serenity leaned closer to the display, her fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of the navy-blue suit with gold accents. She tilted her head, searching for a price tag, but there was none. Frowning, she turned to Ethan. "How much do you think this suit costs?"

Ethan glanced at the suit, his expression calm and thoughtful. "Probably around a million dollars," he said casually.

Hearing what Ethan just said.

Serenity's eyes widened in disbelief. "A million? For one suit?" Her voice was hushed but filled with shock. She glanced at the row of similar suits, each just as meticulously crafted, and quickly did the math in her head.

"There are ten of these here. You're saying there's ten million dollars worth of clothing just sitting on this rack?"

Ethan smirked.

"Could be. Some places don't put price tags on things because, well, if you have to ask, you probably can't afford it."

Serenity shook her head, still processing the sheer extravagance. "That's insane. Who even buys these things?"

Ethan shrugged, his gaze shifting to the rest of the section. They walked further along the suits, passing racks labeled with price tags that ranged from $10,000 to $50,000. Serenity lingered, admiring some of the more modest options, but Ethan's eyes scanned the higher-end displays ahead. His thoughts drifted—he wanted something that stood out, something exceptional.

"Perhaps a $500,000 suit would do."

Just as he was about to approach a section where he suspected the more expensive suits would be, Serenity stopped him.

She had pulled out a sleek black suit with subtle silver accents, the tag reading $100,000. She held it out to him, her expression hopeful. "Try this one," she said.

"I think it would look amazing on you."

Seeing the determination in Serenity's eyes and realizing how much it meant to her, Ethan agreed. He took the suit from her hands, and together they approached the cashier. Serenity swiped her card confidently to pay, the soft beep confirming the transaction. Ethan glanced at her, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. It was the first time someone had insisted on buying him something, and he could tell she genuinely wanted to do this.

As they waited for the receipt, Serenity leaned toward the lady at the counter.

"By the way," she began, her curiosity piqued, "how much are those suits over there—the ones without price tags?"

Before the cashier could answer, a man in sunglasses, exuding an air of effortless confidence, stepped forward.

"Those suits aren't for sale," he interjected smoothly, his voice calm but commanding enough to draw attention.

The lady behind the counter nodded in agreement. "That's correct. They're display pieces, not for purchase,"

she added politely.

The man smirked, clearly unfazed. "Not for sale? That's funny." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a sleek black card, holding it up between two fingers. "Let's test that, shall we? I'll offer one million dollars for one of them."

Hearing what the man just said.

The cashier blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden proposal. She exchanged a hesitant glance with her colleague, unsure how to proceed.

Before she could respond, the man leaned forward slightly, his tone growing even more confident.

"Go ahead. Call whoever you need to call. Let's see if a million dollars changes their mind."

The woman hesitated but eventually picked up the phone and dialed a number. The room grew quiet as everyone within earshot waited for the verdict. After a brief conversation, she hung up and turned back to the man, her expression now tinged with a hint of surprise.

"They said two million dollars," she announced.