Their voices echoed together.
Ethan paused slightly.
Just days ago, people mocked him for being poor.
Now billionaires were bowing to him.
Life truly was unpredictable.
Alfred gestured toward the seat at the head of the table.
“Please.”
Ethan slowly sat down.
Everyone watched him carefully.
Some were curious. Some were skeptical. Some clearly doubted him because of his age.
An older executive finally spoke.
“With all due respect, Young Master… managing an empire of this size requires experience.”
The room became tense immediately.
Alfred’s eyes narrowed coldly.
But Ethan simply smiled faintly.
“You’re right,” he admitted calmly.
The executives looked surprised.
“I do lack experience,” Ethan continued. “But I’ve spent years surviving without power, money, or protection.”
His voice became colder.
“So trust me when I say this… I learn very fast.”
Silence filled the room.
For the first time, several executives began seeing traces of Leonard Cole inside him.
After the meeting ended, Alfred handed Ethan a file.
“There’s an important project your grandfather was handling before his death.”
Ethan opened it casually.
Then his eyes widened slightly.
The project alone was worth twenty billion dollars.