LRAB Chapter 254
Chapter 254
At that moment Ethan placed his phone on the table casually, his expression calm yet piercing. The room buzzed with conversation, the York family heaping more praise on Mr. Brown.
Again Serenity's uncle raised another toast to the man of the hour, exalting his supposed brilliance.
However Ethan remained silent, his presence understated but commanding. Then, with a deliberate tone, he broke the flow.
"I've been asking all these questions because I heard something disturbing," Ethan said, his voice slicing through the chatter.
"Word is, the Godly Investor is pulling away from the York family deal due to mistrust."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said The room froze mid-toast. Forks clinked against plates as everyone turned to stare at Ethan, their faces a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
The air felt heavier, as though his words had sucked the life out of the celebration. Serenity's uncle blinked a few times before leaning forward.
"What did you just say?"
Ethan met his gaze steadily, leaning back in his chair.
"You heard me. Mistrust. It seems the Godly Investor no longer believes in the integrity of this partnership."
Immediately the color drained from Mr. Brown's face.
"Ethan," he began, his voice laced with forced laughter, "you can't be serious. That's not possible. If something like that were true, I'd have been the first to know."
At that moment the York family erupted in murmurs of panic and speculation, some already pulling out their phones.
Serenity's uncle waved his hand dismissively, attempting to downplay the situation.
"This has to be a mistake. The deal is ironclad. Mr. Brown, tell them—"@@@@
"Relax, everyone!" Mr. Brown interrupted, though his voice carried an edge of uncertainty. "Let's not lose our heads over baseless rumors. There's no way this could happen without my knowledge."
Despite his confident tone, he was already reaching for his phone. One by one, the family members began refreshing their news feeds, scrolling with feverish desperation. The seconds stretched unbearably as the silence thickened. Finally, one of them scoffed, trying to break the tension.
"Every deal runs through me. Every approval, every denial. I'm the one they trust to handle these matters."
Serenity's uncle smirked, pointing his glass toward Ethan.
"So, unless you've somehow become their go-to guy overnight, I'd say your little rumor holds no water. Honestly, Ethan, it's laughable."
However Mr. Brown felt a sudden rush of heat, his heart pounding against his ribcage as Ethan's words lingered in the air. His confidence faltered, but he quickly masked it with a dismissive laugh.
"It seems," he said, clearing his throat and sitting straighter in his chair, "that Ethan is trying to sow discord within the York family. After all the praise Old Master York just gave him, this is how he repays us? What a disgrace."
The murmurs of agreement from the family rippled through the room, though the tension in their voices betrayed a flicker of doubt. Serenity's uncle smirked, raising his glass once more.
"Let's not waste time on baseless accusations. Mr.Brown has proven himself time and again. Let's focus on enjoying this dinner, shall we?"
At that moment Someone chimed in from across the table, trying to shift the mood.
"What's keeping the waiter so long, anyway? We've been here for ages without being served."
The room's energy shifted as footsteps echoed outside the box. The door opened, and the manager stepped inside, flanked by a few waitresses.
The sight of them brought an air of expectation, but the expressions on their faces were anything but celebratory.
Immediately the manager cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the room briefly before landing on Ethan.
He nodded slightly in acknowledgment before addressing the York family.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his tone measured but firm, "I regret to inform you that the special guest who initially extended this privilege has withdrawn their request. As of now, the York family no longer has access to the benefits initially arranged."
The announcement dropped like a bomb in the room. Gasps and confused murmurs erupted, with Mr. Brown's face turning pale. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice shaking slightly.
"Who made this decision?"
The manager remained professional, his hands clasped in front of him.
"The special guest who facilitated this arrangement decided it was no longer appropriate. We were instructed to ensure that the benefits would be rescinded immediately."