Chapter 92: The Weight of the Law (4)
Fortunately, Madoff’s fund wasn’t all that large yet. Of course, it was still worth several billion dollars—but not to the extent it had reached in my past life, when every major institution had poured money into it.
Right now, Madoff’s fund was still heavily reliant on the wealth of certain affluent groups like the Jewish community.
“...”
The managing partner, well aware of that, fell into deep thought.
“To be perfectly honest... I still don’t understand. How was this even possible?”
“Hmm, that’s what we need to find out from now on. Even if it’s a Ponzi scheme, it should still be at a stage where I can recover my money. Not all of it, of course—but mine, at least.”
As I said that, I rested my chin in my hand and lightly touched my cheek, as though deep in contemplation.
John Quinn, whose top priority was recovering his client’s funds, finally nodded.
“Ah, yes. Even if it’s a Ponzi scheme, in a case that’s dragged on this long... small amounts can usually be recovered.”
There’s no way that, over decades, no one tried to withdraw their money. And Madoff’s fund had mountains of cash stored up.
It just wasn’t investing any of it.
So retrieving my money would be relatively easy. If it had been difficult to withdraw from in the first place, I wouldn’t have risked my hard-earned money on it.