Chapter 11 Clive’s Admiration

As Victor walked out of the hospital, a Rolls Royce cruised to a halt before him. Onlookers wondered which bigshot's car it was. Victor pulled up his hood and approached the vehicle. He peered in to see Clive in the driver's seat. The forty-year-old billionaire was a butler-cum-chauffeur now. Victor slipped into the car, and Clive drove off. "What is the urgency?" he asked the billionaire, who looked strangely in character as a chauffeur. "Sir, I have concluded another task you assigned via text. You asked me to survey your grandfather's finances and assets. What I have accumulated is as follows. First, someone has been draining your grandfather's accounts while he was bedridden." Victor raised an eyebrow. The prime suspect in this nuisance could be none other than his evil aunt. He'd deal with her later since Edgar's account barely had a hundred thousand dollars. "What else?" "Unfortunately, Damone Industries, chaired by Edgar Damone, is about to declare bankruptcy." Victor scratched