Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 897 - 511 Am I Now a Gentleman of Integrity?

Chapter 897: Chapter 511 Am I Now a Gentleman of Integrity?

Sean Knight and Lincoln Harrington, along with William Smith and others, had completed their trade and paid William Smith his compensation. Then, they took an airplane and left Rome for Paris.

Sean Knight’s original intention was to use his spare time to retrieve the rest of the items from the Swastika Force Treasure that he hadn’t managed to take last time.

At that time, his spatial realm was limited, so he didn’t take some of the oil paintings he didn’t recognize, only taking a part of them, and he took more precious metals.

By now, Sean Knight had already tasted the sweetness—those oil paintings, each worth hundreds of thousands, even over a hundred million US dollars!

Although they couldn’t be sold all at once, keeping them in his own spatial realm meant they could essentially be turned into cash at any time!

Although Sean Knight couldn’t appreciate those abstract or slightly edgy art paintings, it didn’t prevent him from enjoying the feeling of turning these paintings into money!

However, just after arriving in Paris and settling into a hotel, Lincoln Harrington received a phone call from William Smith.

"Brother, you’ve really put me in a tight spot this time!" William Smith’s voice was not without complaint, "I didn’t expect those items came from an international pharmaceutical company laboratory! It’s all over the news now, and someone has already traced it back to me..."

Lincoln Harrington didn’t expect the situation to be exposed so quickly. The senior management at that laboratory was ruthless to have leaked the incident themselves!

He suddenly understood why his boss didn’t want him to appear publicly.

If William Smith had been dug out, then if he showed up, it was certain that the people they traded with would expose him as well.

Then, there was a great possibility that he would become a fugitive!

"Brother, I am sorry, we didn’t know the origin was like this..." Lincoln Harrington was genuinely apologetic, worrying that it could cause William Smith a lot of trouble:

"How about this, I’ll talk to the boss and see if we can give you some compensation..."

"No need, no need!" William Smith said, laughing on the other end, "I’m just joking with you! Actually, our security company is only responsible for protecting our customers. We don’t care about what they’re involved in.

This time the incident came out, it didn’t damage our company or our squad’s reputation. On the contrary, it expanded our influence!

Mr. Patrick, do you know? After the loss of targeted drug raw materials from that laboratory came to light, someone immediately leaked the matter of trading targeted drug materials.

I guess the trading parties are probably investigating themselves now—they’re probably still in self-check mode. That guy who posted the video and photos on social platforms must have a screw loose to dare share something like that. Doesn’t he know they could trace his location from the photos and find him?

This guy’s as good as dead!

But once this incident came out, many people suspected it had something to do with us. Of course, with no evidence, let them suspect all they want.

On the contrary, we’ve received quite a few orders because of this. Everyone hopes that we can protect key individuals or important operations. Now, the company has upgraded us and the compensation for each mission has increased a lot... It’s thanks to you, Mr. Patrick!

Tell your boss, if there’s anything in the future, just give us a call!"

After William Smith hung up the phone, Lincoln Harrington held his mobile phone, somewhat bemused.

He didn’t expect such an outcome from this affair.

Could this be the current situation: even bad publicity is good publicity?

Sean Knight lay on the hotel bed, also watching that news at this moment.

He didn’t expect Molly Wilson to be so ruthless as to directly blow the whistle on the matter.

And it seemed that the laboratory’s senior management didn’t punish Molly Wilson severely; it appeared there were things Sean Knight didn’t know about.

The announcement to the public by the International Pharmaceutical Company was that a few criminals infiltrated among the drug testers, gained the trust of technicians, obtained access cards, and stole raw materials for targeted drugs worth tens of millions of dollars from within. Currently, police are investigating the suspects.

The laboratory internally is also conducting rectifications and reviews, dealing with those who failed to fulfill their responsibilities.

Sean Knight guessed that the "technician" must be Molly Wilson.

But this matter Sean Knight only looked at briefly, then put it aside.

It was already unrelated to him. After all, "Luke Anderson" had disappeared from this world.

At this moment, Zoe Wilson, who had just returned to school, had also just come back from the hospital.

Her classmates, who took the drug trial with her, were sent to the hospital, with the laboratory claiming it would cover all medical expenses.

What made Zoe Wilson puzzled was that the time her classmates were sent to the hospital was three days later than when they were taken away from the laboratory.

What was going on?

However, because of the incident in the laboratory and the fact that police had questioned her twice in the last two days, Zoe Wilson had no time to investigate this matter.

Actually, she knew that she couldn’t investigate it; it was a dead end.

The other party was a giant elephant, and she was just a tiny ant, not even on the same societal class level.

Now, at least her classmates were still alive and being taken care of in the hospital, which was good enough.

Coughing lightly, Zoe Wilson knew it was a normal reaction to the medicine—participating in drug trials had risks, and it had some impact on her body.

However, compared to the compensation she received and the significant hush money afterwards, Zoe Wilson felt it was worth it.

As she picked up her book and prepared to go to the classroom, someone stopped her.

Milan Collins.

Milan Collins and Zoe Wilson weren’t from the same school; he came specifically to find Zoe Wilson this time.

"I’ve already got the internship eligibility at the laboratory," Milan Collins said to Zoe Wilson, unable to hide his boastfulness: