Godly Investor: A Hundred Trillion Dollars For Investment And Donations

Not long after Giovanni arrived at the Noah family house, His polished Italian leather shoes clicked against the marble steps of the Silver family mansion. The grand facade loomed before him, its windows like watching eyes in the growing dusk. His tailored suit whispered with each movement as he approached the ornate double doors.

At that moment an elderly butler saw him coming, his rheumy eyes scanning Giovanni's impeccable appearance.

"Good evening, sir,"

the butler said, his voice carrying years of refined service.

immediately Giovanni's lips curved into a charming smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

His gaze crossed the name tag on his uniform.

"Buona sera,"

he purred, his Italian accent thick and smooth as honey.

"I'm here to see Noah. A rather urgent business matter."

His fingers absently adjusted his burgundy tie.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The butler's face tightened almost imperceptibly.

"Ah,"

he hesitated, glancing over his shoulder he wasn't expecting to hear Giovanni to mention the young master by his name.

But at the same time he knows how Giovanni is being treated in the family.

His wrinkled hands fidgeted with his uniform buttons.

"Young Master Noah is... indisposed at the moment."

Giovanni tilted his head slightly, like a predator sensing weakness. "Oh?"

His dark eyes narrowed.

"Perhaps you could elaborate?"

The old man's voice dropped to barely above a whisper.

"The young master has been confined to his room. Master Silver's orders."

He swallowed hard.

"As punishment, you see. He's been there since today."

Upon hearing what the old man just said a smile came across Giovanni's face before his smooth mask returned.

'Perfect'

he thought to himself .

'even better than planned'

"I see,"

he said softly, each word dripping with false sympathy.

'Locked away like a caged bird. How convenient.'

Giovanni couldn't help but walk into the house.

At that moment he remembered he didn't ask the old man for Noah's room direction.

Even though it would be suspicious.

At that moment he purred, flashing a devastating smile.

when he saw a maid walking towards him.

"Young master Noah room?"

The maid shifted her laundry basket to one hip, seeming almost bored. "Oh, that's easy enough,"

she said, jerking her chin upward. "Third floor, east wing. You can't miss it – it's the only door with those hideous gargoyles. His idea, you know."

She rolled her eyes.

"Black stone ones, looking like they're screaming. Quite fitting, given his current... situation."

She smirked, clearly enjoying the gossip.

Giovanni's dark eyes glittered with amusement.

"Thank you,"

he murmured, making her cheeks flush as she hurried away.

The corridor stretched before him like a throat as he climbed to the third floor.

Not long after the gargoyles emerged.

'How prophetic'

he thought to himself.

Upon getting to the front of the door the security guard immediately opened the door for him and he walked inside.

Upon entering the room Giovanni saw Noah himself sprawled in a leather wingback chair, crystal wine glass balanced carelessly between manicured fingers. He didn't even look up at the sound of the door.

"Giovanni,"

Noah's voice dripped with entitled confidence as he swirled his wine. "Have you done the job?"

At that moment Giovanni moved deeper into the room, shadows playing across his angular features. "Ah, yes,"

he purred, his accent thick with satisfaction.

"We have him - your friend Ethan." His lips curved into a predatory smile as he watched Noah's reaction.

Noah nearly choked on his wine, sitting up straighter in his chair. His eyes gleamed with malicious delight.

"You actually caught him?"

He set down his glass with trembling fingers, excitement making his movements jerky. "Where?"

"Raymond is keeping watch," Giovanni said, casually adjusting his silk tie. Continue your journey at empire

"We thought you might want the... pleasure... of finishing this yourself."

His dark eyes glinted.

"After all, isn't that what you want? Personal satisfaction?"

Upon hearing what Giovanni just said a cruel smile spread across Noah's face as he stood, but then faltered. His expression darkened as he glanced at his door.

"Damn it,"

he hissed, running fingers through his disheveled hair.

"My father has me under house arrest."

His fist clenched at his side.

"How the hell am I supposed to leave the mansion?"

Noah paced the room like a caged animal.

"Unless,"

he said, pausing to fix Giovanni with a challenging stare.

"you want to risk going against my father's orders?"

His voice dripped with sarcasm.

"The great Giovanni, defying the mighty Silver family?"

His wine glass sat abandoned Noah's hand reached for the doorknob, impatience written across his features.

At that moment Giovanni's arm shot out, blocking Noah's path. A dangerous smile played on his lips. "Wait, young master,"

he purred, his accent thickening. "Perhaps I know a way."

His eyes glittered.

"Let me help you... slip away unnoticed."

"You'd dare?"

Noah's eyes lit up with malicious glee, practically bouncing on his feet.

With a smirk spread across his face as he straightened his designer jacket. with being told he knows if they get caught his father would have Giovanni executed on the spot I will only get another week locked in my room.

Giovanni's lips twitched slightly at Noah's.

'If you only knew,'

he thought to himself.

Immediately Giovanni walked towards the door.

The first guard barely had time to turn before Giovanni's hand found a pressure point, dropping him silently to the plush carpet. The second guard managed a muffled gasp before crumpling, his radio clattering uselessly beside him.

Upon seeing what Giovanni just did Noah could barely contain his excitement as they followed the back exit door and they slipped into Giovanni's sleek Ferrari.

Not long after they arrived at the abandoned warehouse it's broken windows like hollow eyes in the darkness.

As Giovanni led Noah through the rusted door, flashlight beams cut through the gloom.

Naomi's men had already dug a hole, Raymond's lifeless body sprawled within it.

"The bastard awaits, young master,"

Giovanni purred, gesturing toward the dark hole with an elegant sweep of his hand. The flashlight beams cast long shadows across the warehouse floor.

At that moment Noah strode forward with the confidence of privilege, his designer shoes crunching on broken concrete. "Finally, you bastard,"