"Such a lucky guy..." Uncle Vernon muttered with no small amount of envy as he stared at the car.
Uncle Vernon believed his own abilities were top-notch; the only reason he hadn't struck it rich or driven a Bentley like that yet was simply a stroke of bad luck.
Just as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia thought the car was merely passing by and prepared to look away, the coupe pulled over right in front of their driveway!
At this, both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were stunned.
The car door opened, and a young, handsome man of East Asian descent stepped out of the driver's seat carrying a briefcase. His exquisite, well-tailored suit was clearly expensive—even Aunt Petunia could tell its price tag was hefty.
The young man took off his sunglasses and walked toward their front door with a bright smile.
Young Harry saw his aunt and uncle's worried faces suddenly freeze as they stared straight out the window. Curious, he leaned in to see.
However, before he could reach the window, his fat cousin, Dudley, shoved him aside with a heavy bump of his backside.
"Is... is he here for us?" Vernon Dursley asked, startled.
"Maybe... you're about to get a huge order!" Petunia said, her voice tinged with sudden excitement.
Dursley clearly realized the possibility as well. He immediately turned and bellowed at young Harry, "Boy! Get to your room this instant! Don't make a sound! Don't come out! If you mess up my order, you know what the consequences will be!"
"Oh... of course... of course... I'll go back to my room—if that miserable cupboard under the stairs can even be called a room," Harry muttered under his breath as he walked away.
"What did you say? You ungrateful little—" Dursley's words were cut short by a knock at the door.
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
Under Aunt Petunia's urging, Harry had no choice but to return to his cupboard.
He knew very well that if he truly ruined things for Uncle Vernon, he might spend the next two weeks locked in that tiny cupboard...
...
Victor Wick waited outside for a while before the door finally opened, revealing a slightly stiff, beefy, purple face.
"Hello. You must be Mr. Dursley," Victor Wick said, offering a brilliant smile.
"Yes, that's me!" Dursley pulled the door open, shaking Victor's hand with some excitement before hurriedly ushering him inside.
The corners of Victor's mouth curled up slightly. Indeed, no matter where you were in the world, people always judged a book by its cover.
If he had been wearing ordinary clothes and driving an ordinary car today, Mr. Dursley's attitude certainly wouldn't be this pleasant.
Once Victor was seated comfortably in the living room, Petunia—who had just finished ushering Dudley back to his room—served Victor a cup of black tea.
Dursley rubbed his hands together expectantly and asked, "May I ask, sir, who you are...?"
"My name is Wick—Victor Wick. In fact, I should have arrived sooner, but I was delayed by some business at noon," Victor smiled. "I've just purchased a majority of the shares in Grunnings from Mr. Lonnie."
Dursley was stunned. He was currently a manager at Grunnings, but he hadn't heard a single whisper about a new shareholder. Still, that was normal; he was just a manager. Buying and selling shares was something for the big bosses.
However, having spent many years in the corporate world, Mr. Dursley retained a bit of caution. A flicker of suspicion rose in his heart toward the young man before him.
But before he could open his mouth to fish for more information, Victor had already pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase. "This is the share transfer agreement. I believe you'll recognize your boss's signature."
Dursley didn't even need to flip through the agreement. Just seeing that familiar signature was enough to make him believe entirely!
"I didn't know... why would a distinguished gentleman like yourself come looking for me?" Dursley appeared even more nervous now.
If this transfer agreement was real, then the handsome young man before him was essentially his boss.
After all, he had just caught a glimpse of it; Mr. Wick hadn't just bought a small portion of the shares.
"I've looked over the files of all the managers in the company, and I feel that Mr. Dursley's abilities are quite outstanding," Victor said.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Dursley immediately beamed with joy.
"And I just happen to have a few very good orders. I believe Mr. Dursley should be more than capable of handling them for the company." Victor took several order documents from his briefcase and handed them over.
Mr. Dursley's face turned red with excitement. He respectfully accepted the documents with both hands, too moved for words for a moment.
Victor picked up his teacup and took a small sip, quietly waiting for Mr. Dursley to look over the order details.
His plan was actually quite simple. Harry Potter had been adopted by the Dursleys, and they must have spent a lot of effort and hard work raising him over the years.
Therefore, giving Mr. Dursley some high-commission orders could be considered a gesture of gratitude for the couple's hard work during those years.
The more Mr. Dursley read, the more excited he became, because these orders were undoubtedly genuine!
"By the way... why haven't I seen your son, Dudley, or your nephew, Harry?" Victor began to look around, searching for his primary objective, Harry Potter.
When Mr. Dursley and Petunia heard Victor ask about Dudley, looks of pride appeared on their faces. But the moment they heard him ask about Harry, their expressions froze instantly!
"Mr... Mr. Wick, how do you know my nephew lives with us?" Mr. Dursley asked with some panic.
He was indeed very panicky. What if this Mr. Wick saw his freakish nephew, became disgusted, and took back the orders?
"Oh... for the sake of the company's growth, I naturally investigate the capabilities of every manager. Along with that, I did some background checks. Please forgive the intrusion, but judging whether a person can focus their energy on the company depends heavily on family factors. This was naturally included in my investigation. Otherwise, how would I have known you were so capable and chosen to give you these orders?"
Victor's reasoning was sound. Even if a manager was exceptionally capable, if their family life was a mess of conflict and drained most of their energy, it would be impossible for them to perform at their full potential for the company.
"Uh... that boy... I mean Harry, hasn't been feeling well lately. He has a bad cold and is resting in his room," Dursley wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying his best to fabricate a lie.
"Oh? I see... children often have minor ailments, but it's no big deal. I happen to be well-versed in medicine; I can take a look at him." Victor stood up. "Please, lead me to his room."
The Dursley couple was dumbfounded. They stammered for a while before saying, "That... that's not a good idea. I'm afraid he'll pass the infection to you."
Victor laughed. "A little cold won't do anything to me. Besides, I came here specifically wanting to meet him because I happen to have a letter to deliver to him."
As he spoke, Victor pulled a letter from his pocket.
The envelope was made of thick parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no postage stamp, only a striking wax seal.
Seeing this familiar envelope, the Dursleys felt as if their hearts had stopped...