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 a chance

and her gaze

promptly provided her

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 Heloise Ellington, would agree to

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after,

casually 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

took her leave after she she

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

I purchase that painting

leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a

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

paused before responding. “This painting is a copy”

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

smiled and

to help find

to me

recognize the

from the back, and only someone who knew the individual

tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost

grip on the painting tightened. “Your daughter?

up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a

taken

was a beautiful name

anyone named Sasha, yet the

Chapter.

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

old man could finish,

the old man apologized, “I’m sorry to

Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts evidently

in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask

suddenly turned cold, “are

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