The butler fixed his tie and straightened his posture. "What can I do for you?" he asked them.
"This is my son, Michael. He has a company called Reborn and we just arrived in Metropolis. We'd like to talk to Max about the Vanderbilt business" Bart said. "Is he here?"
"Unfortunately, I do not think that the Vanderbilt family can help you," the butler shook his head. "As much as we would like to help another Vandervilt, we do not have the influence nor the financial power to help you get a permit."
This time, Michael was the one who took out a medal from his pocket. It was the red coin given to him by Claudia, signifying his business permit.
The butler's eyes widened when he saw that. "I see. What terrific news for someone as young as you," he praised Michael.
"In fact, the young master is also the same age as you, and he is being poised to take over the business—or at least, was."
There was a tinge of sadness in the butler's eyes when he talked about it.
