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

raised an eyebrow and her gaze harbored meaning. “Alright!”

her account

involved. You’ll have the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried about whether her parents,

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team that had

promised to hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and convince his parents not to release the

after she she nodded to Percival

left, Percival and Vivienne made to leave too. But they were suddenly halted by

that

a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a few strands

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

before responding. “This painting is a copy”

you

and

me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old man disclosed without reservation.

to me

recognize the person in this

was merely a figure from the back, and only someone

recounted his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in

the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her name?

for thirty years without a

taken aback

was a

couldn’t recall meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt

Chapter.

if you’re reluctant to sell, I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in the portrait was your mother, who has passed. Is that correct?”

old man could

apologized, “I’m sorry to have touched a raw

Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts evidently

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

Vivienne’s voice suddenly turned cold,

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