Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations-Chapter 223 -

Upon hearing what Ethan just said.

Malisa froze for a moment, processing Ethan’s words, before a sharp, incredulous laugh escaped her lips.

Immediately She threw her head back, her amusement echoing in the room.

"Are you serious?" she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief. "You’re firing me?"

At that moment She crossed her arms and smirked, her confidence returning like a tidal wave.

"You’re just a chief examiner, not even the owner of this company. What makes you think you have the authority to fire me?"

Immediately she took a step forward, her expression challenging as she continued.

"Do you even understand what you’re saying? Do you know how much money this company would lose if I walked out of here? Do you have any idea what my fans would do to this company’s image if I was let go? I am this company’s star."

At that moment her laughter softened into a smug grin as she stared Ethan down, clearly believing she’d backed him into a corner.

She couldn’t believe a common examiner would dare utter such nonsense, no wonder he was proud earlier just because he thought he has some kind of power.

However he should know his power stop her’s continues from there.

Still Ethan didn’t say anything and it got Malisa more angry.

She smirk twisted into a look of disbelief.

"You’ve got to be kidding me,"

she said, her voice sharp with defiance.

"You can’t be serious. Do you even know who you’re talking to? You think you can fire me just like that?"

However Ethan’s calm gaze didn’t falter.

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"I don’t think," he said, his voice steady.

"I know I can get you out anytime I want and–."

Immediately She let out a bitter laugh interrupting Ethan, trying to regain control of the room.

"You’re insane! You’d need the owner’s permission. This is way above your pay grade."

Ethan didn’t respond immediately, letting her words hang in the air. He turned to the security officers with an air of quiet authority. "Escort her out of the building," he instructed, his voice as unshakable as steel. "Ensure she only takes her belongings—nothing more."

The celebrity’s eyes widened, panic creeping into her tone as she stepped forward.

"Wait. You can’t just—"

Ethan cut her off, his gaze sharp as a blade. "And once she’s gone," he continued to the officers, ignoring her protests, "release the evidence of her misconduct to the public. Her fans deserve to know who they’re supporting. We’ll use the truth to manage the fallout."

Upon hearing what Ethan just said Malisa facade cracked entirely, she couldn’t believe Ethan was using her own plan to destroy her.

Immediately her lips parted, but no words came out for a moment as she processed Ethan’s words even more.

She shook her head slightly, disbelief written all over her face. "That’s impossible," she said, her voice faltering.

"You’re lying. There’s no way you have such authority."

Ethan’s expression remained calm, unbothered by her denial. He leaned forward slightly, his tone low but commanding.

"Do you think I’d need to lie to you?" he asked. "You’ve underestimated me from the moment you saw me. That was your first mistake."

At that moment She took a step back, her confidence crumbling as she tried to regroup.

"But… my family," she stammered. "They have connections. If you go through with this, you’ll be making an enemy you can’t afford to have. Do you really think you can take on my family? Do you understand what will happen to this company if my image is destroyed?"

However Ethan’s gaze didn’t waver, his calm exterior hiding the storm of thoughts in his mind. He let her words hang in the air for a moment before responding.

"Your image? This company doesn’t depend on your image. In fact, it’s better off without you. You’ve been riding on power and intimidation for too long, and now, it’s over."

At that moment Malisa breath hitched, her voice trembling.

With the look on Ethan face she could tell he was serious.

"Please," she whispered, the desperation now evident. "Don’t do this. Just… call the owner. Let’s settle this another way. We can work something out."

Ethan straightened, his expression unrelenting. "I told you, there’s no one to call. I am the owner," he said, his voice unwavering, each word landing with finality. "Your games end here."

At that moment Ethan walked past her without breaking stride, his composure unshaken. Her voice, sharp and venomous, followed him. "You’ll pay for this, Ethan," she spat, her tone dripping with rage. "Mark my words."

Ethan stopped briefly, turning his head just enough to glance at her over his shoulder.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he replied, his voice calm and dismissive, "Do your worst."

Without waiting for her response, he continued walking, his confidence unshaken.

He was escorted by staff toward the office that had been arranged for him.

However Ethan couldn’t help but smile, one down he knows many more would still go down, for the betterment of the company.

The building’s halls, sleek and modern, were bustling with activity, but Ethan’s focus remained ahead, undistracted.

As he approached his designated office, a group suddenly stepped into view, blocking his path. It was Malisa bodyguards, their postures rigid and confrontational. Their intent was clear—they still believed Ethan was under investigation and saw this as an opportunity to assert their dominance.

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As Ethan stood still, one of the bodyguards stepped forward and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, the grip firm and meant to intimidate him.

However Ethan’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes darkened, sharp and unyielding. He slowly turned his head to meet the man’s gaze, his voice low and cutting.

"Get your hand off me,"

Ethan warned, his tone calm but carrying an edge that could slice through steel.

Hearing what Ethan just said.

The bodyguard smirked, clearly unimpressed.

"Or what?" he challenged, his grip tightening slightly. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

However Ethan didn’t answer, his cold, deadly stare locked on the man.