The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 351

Chapter 351

Jeffrey’s eyes bulged in disbelief, and for a long moment, he struggled to process what he had just heard.

After a brief pause, he snapped back to reality and roared at Fiona Ellington, “Are you out of your mind? Ten billion dollars to them? Do we look like we’re running a charity here?”

With ten billion dollars, you could open a string of world–class art galleries! He thought.

Fiona must have lost her marbles by giving out such an astronomical number.

Fiona shot him an icy glance before turning to Vivienne and Percival, “Give me an account number. I’ll transfer the funds to you!”

She wasn’t offering this fortune for Jeffrey’s sake, but to keep Percival and Vivienne from dismantling the other art galleries.

Some of the galleries Jeffrey had established were a front for under–the–table dealings, which were secrets that outsiders must never uncover. It was a network she had painstakingly built, hidden from her entire family.

Even Jeffrey, the supposed head, was clueless about it.

If these secrets were ever exposed, she’d stand to lose up to thirty billion dollars.

When weighed against ten billion, it was a no–brainer. She had to protect those assets.

And Fiona didn’t buy for a second that Percival could go after her family without a reason.

Mr. Percy’s stature alone had put him at the zenith of power; he wouldn’t bat an eyelid at a few art galleries, let alone a few hundred billion

Yet, he was insistent on tearing down the galleries. She suspected he knew something.

It seemed Percival had to go. His very existence was the most significant threat to her.

With Percival around, the inheritance wouldn’t fall into her hands even if the old man died. Not to mention that Richard Ellington was still alive

Percival were out of the picture, the other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand

and her gaze harbored meaning.

her account details.

at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

that, she made a call to the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team that

stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and

leave after she she

to leave too. But they

purchase that painting

a cane; his hair was almost

seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp as they fixed

before responding. “This painting is

man replied, “but you wouldn’t sell the original, would

and

painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old

to me

looked up. “You recognize the person in

someone who knew the individual very well could identify

the old man recounted his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it might

on the painting tightened. “Your

been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently, so I’m here to

taken

It was a beautiful name

named Sasha,

Chapter.

I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in the

man could

the old man apologized, “I’m

fine,” Vivienne replied softly,

behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask

turned

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