Thomas could not make heads or tails of it. If Bruce had bought a Lamborghini sports car, he could barely understand that—what young person did not like luxury cars and yachts? But what was the idea behind buying a Lamborghini tractor? Showing off to the Scarecrow in the fields?
Thomas could not help reading further, and became even more confused.
The purchase before the Lamborghini tractor had been a children's slide, which was perfectly normal. There were four children at Wayne Manor, after all.
Children that age were a nuisance to everyone simply because they were so boisterous and had endless energy. They needed some recreational equipment to burn it off, and it could also strengthen parent-child relationships.
But the entry before the children's slide was a large beef-bone chew toy. The one before that was another children's slide, the one before that was still a children's slide, and the one before that was yet another children's slide. Reading downward, the next five or six entries were all children's slides.
Judging by the product descriptions on the transaction records, these were not several different models of slides. They had bought seven or eight of the same model. No matter how large Wayne Manor's gardens were, there was no need for seven or eight identical children's slides, was there?
The earlier purchases were no better. They were all duplicate non-consumable goods—either stair railings or sofa cushions. Flooring repair workers had been hired sixteen times in a single month.
Thomas stared at the bill and began considering whether Bruce had been filing false reimbursements through his own account.
But that was actually impossible. What was the point of falsifying his own transaction records? No matter how he forged them, the money still came out of his own account.
With a belly full