Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 742 - 457: Hot Potato_2

Chapter 742: Chapter 457: Hot Potato_2

Although it was already afternoon, there were still many boats in the area.

However, Sean noticed that private boats were no longer allowed to salvage here. Official boats had already enclosed the crash site’s location, some engaged in salvaging and others maintaining order.

Private boats were driven out of the designated area, yet some individuals still moved around the perimeter engaging in clandestine activities.

As Sean’s yacht approached, a signal came through the radio.

"We are the XX Marine Police. The area nearby is closed due to the plane crash incident, please leave!"

Sean spoke up directly:

"I am the master of this sea area. This is my domain, and you have closed it off without notice. Have you informed us?"

At Sean’s words, the other party went silent for a while before saying:

"We have an official notice. This time the matter is urgent, so..."

"So bring your notice over here." Sean didn’t give the other party any courtesy, "I hope we don’t have this kind of situation again!"

Although the other party was from the government, it was different from in their country. Since this was a private territory, even the official authorities needed to respect the rights of the individual.

The reasoning was the same, which is why Sean’s lawsuit in New York gained so much sympathy and support.

Taxpayers were supposed to fund these violent agencies and service departments to benefit the taxpayers, not to father more problems.

But some people couldn’t grasp the situation and considered the master’s given power inherent, even using that power to manage the master.

That was going too far.

After confirming Sean’s information, the other party brought over an official document.

Sean’s yacht then smoothly entered the area of the crash.

A female marine officer was sent over to brief Sean on the situation.

"The crashed plane did not have any obvious notable information. However, we can confirm that the deceased is Gru Devon, the CEO of a digital currency trading platform."

"A digital currency trading platform?" Sean was surprised. After getting the USB drive, he thought it belonged to a businessman who invested in digital currency. He didn’t expect the person to be the platform’s boss!

"Yes. His platform is one of the world’s top five digital currency trading platforms. Every year, millions of bitcoins are traded on it."

That’s huge!

"What’s strange is, Gru Devon supposedly died in an accident in India a month ago.

At that time, he and his wife were on vacation in India when an accident occurred. His wife was seriously injured, and Gru was declared dead on the spot!"

Sean found this story incredible — what was going on?

"Could there be a mistake?" Sean felt that there was no need for such a ruse in this matter.

The female marine officer, who was polite to Sean, was of the traditional local body type, slightly overweight and short, but had clear logic and provided Sean with the information he wanted to know.

"There was no mistake. We performed a medical examination on the body you brought to us, and the final result confirmed that it was Gru Devon."

Sean nodded and asked:

"Officer Melanie, it appears that Gru Devon faked his death. Why did he do this?"

"Because of money." Melanie smiled, her smile filled with sarcasm:

"After Gru’s platform stopped operating due to his ’death’ in India, hundreds of thousands of bitcoins and other currencies stored in client accounts could not be withdrawn or traded. That amounts to tens of billions of dollars’ worth of wealth!"

"I see!" Sean’s face showed sudden realization, "You mean that after faking his death, Gru appropriated the cryptocurrencies, changed his identity, and started a new life — what about his wife?"

"His wife is still in India undergoing treatment. In fact, when Gru ’died,’ some people suspected that he was faking his death due to the sudden closure of the platform. However, there was no evidence."

"Now that there’s enough evidence to prove he faked his death — no wonder there are so many people here. They want to inherit Gru’s legacy, right?"

"Yes. Whether it’s the platform’s shareholders, users, or those looking to pick up a bargain, they all want to inherit Gru’s legacy. After all, it’s a huge fortune."

Sean nodded, then pointed to the several salvage boats and asked:

"Those are...?"

"Some are hired by the digital currency trading platform shareholders. Some are from our government. Since this incident occurred in our country’s sea territory, we naturally want to clarify the matter."

Heh, I believe your ghost!

Sean nodded, indicating that he understood.

Seeing that Sean didn’t have any more questions, Melanie had a question of her own:

"Mr. Knight, after yesterday’s plane crash, were you the first to arrive here?"

"No," Sean denied, "We came after we saw the plane fall from the island. There were already yachts and motorboats at the time. They had a time advantage since they were on the sea."

Melanie hadn’t expected Sean to say that. She paused, her prepared follow-up question stuck in her throat.