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

her gaze harbored

provided her account details.

with my family first, given the sum 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, Henry and

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

secretary, and soon after, the team that had come to

stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and convince his parents not to

took her leave after she she nodded to Percival and

too. But they were suddenly halted

that painting

see an elderly man leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a few

be in his seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp

before responding. “This painting is a copy”

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

and nodded,

this painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old man disclosed without reservation. “I hope

to me

up. “You recognize the person in this painting?”

and only someone who knew 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 not be her, I want

on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats

years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently, so I’m

taken

was a beautiful name

anyone named Sasha,

Chapter.

heard you say the person in the portrait was your mother, who has passed.

the old man could finish, Vivienne

words, the old man apologized, “I’m sorry to have

replied softly, her thoughts

the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask if you know much

Vivienne’s voice suddenly turned cold,

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