Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3252 Tracing the Funds

Afterward, Mortimer had a friendly chat with the bank governors.

All the acquired companies and factories could resume operations shortly. He just had to cover the first month's salaries. By the second month, there'd be enough profit to pay the employees and keep things running smoothly. Suddenly, Mortimer's phone rang. It was Matthew.

"Mortimer, how's it going?" His energetic voice buzzed through the speaker. After a good night's rest, he had almost fully recovered.

Mortimer couldn't hide his excitement as he responded, "Don't worry, Matthew. We've managed to secure 30% of Dominion Bank's assets!" His voice brimmed with triumph, and Matthew could feel the excitement radiating through the phone.

"I see... Wait, 30% of the assets? Are you serious?" Matthew's voice exploded through the phone, almost causing Mortimer to wince.

"Yes, 30% of Dominion Bank's assets," Mortimer repeated. He was shocked when he first heard it, too.

Who would have thought that a mid-sized country's bank could lose nearly a third of its assets in a single business battle? If word got out, other nations would mock them endlessly.

Meanwhile, as Matthew sat in his Hulwin home, an idea suddenly sparked in his mind. "Mortimer, I need you to dig into something. Find out where the Gloam Division gets its funding."

Mortimer was taken aback but quickly understood Matthew's point.

The Gloam Division, a special department of Montiria, had expenses far exceeding usual allocations. Montiria's government funding alone couldn't possibly cover it, not with the military, border troops, and other national priorities. What would the other military leaders think if most of the funds were funneled to Gloam Division?

So, their only way to raise more funds was to seek help from private enterprises.

"Got it. I'll have someone look into it right away."

After hanging up, Mortimer immediately called for Maurice.

"Mr. Zedler," Maurice yawned as he

entered the room, his eyes half-closed, still groggy. He was wearing pajamas, clearly having been roused from a deep sleep "What's so urgent that it couldn't wait until morning?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Everyone had been on edge the previous night, too excited to rest. It wasn't until they'd thoroughly reviewed all the contracts, ensuring there were no loopholes or errors, and signed off with Matthew's name that they finally allowed themselves some rest. However, Maurice had barely closed his eyes fonten minutes before Mortimer

summoned him again.

Mortimer noticed Maurice's sleepy, resentful glare and quickly cut to the chase. "I've got a task that only you can handle. Among everyone here, you're the one I trust the most with this."

Though Maurice often appeared laid-back, Mortimer knew his sharp instincts and skill in handling delicate situations were second to none.

Maurice's eyes lit up with interest, his sleepiness forgotten. "Mr. Zedler, you've got an eye for talent," he replied with a sly grin. "Those other guys who claim to be talent scouts? They're just showboating." Mortimer's face darkened slightly-was Maurice praising him or himself?

"Just tell me the task, Mr. Zedler," Maurice continued, the grin still in place. "I promise I'll handle it flawlessly."

Mortimer's expression grew serious as he told Maurice, "I need you to dig out where Gloam Wing Secret Service gets most of its funding, aside from the token amount from the military."

Mortimer knew the Gloam Wing

Secret Service had a reputation for

being ruthless and willing to do anything for money, including looting and pillaging. Still, much of their spoils had yet to be converted

into cash; some had even been handed over to Gadel.