Man With Super Medical Skill by 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.

suddenly sparked in his mind. "Mortimer, I need you to

was taken aback but quickly understood

had expenses far exceeding usual allocations. Montiria's government funding alone couldn't possibly cover it, not with the military, border troops, and

more funds was to seek help from

someone look

hanging up, Mortimer immediately

Maurice

roused from a deep sleep "What's so urgent that it couldn't wait until morning?" he muttered, rubbing his

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

summoned him again.

sleepy, resentful glare and quickly cut to the chase. "I've got a task that only you can handle. Among everyone here, you're

sharp instincts and skill in handling delicate situations

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