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

of the picture, the other Ellington

an eyebrow and her gaze harbored meaning.

her

the sum involved. You’ll have the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

that, she made a call to the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team that had come to seal off the premises withdrew

billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the

she she nodded

to leave too. But they were suddenly halted by

I purchase that

man leaning on a cane; his hair was

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

“This painting is a

man replied, “but you wouldn’t sell

and nodded, “Exactly!”

it to help find her,” the old man

to me

up. “You recognize the person in

and only someone who knew the individual very well could identify it

mole behind her ear, 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,

painting tightened. “Your daughter?

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

taken

It was a beautiful name

recall meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt eerily familiar

Chapter.

the person in the portrait was your mother, who

the old man could finish, Vivienne interjected, “Yes.”

man apologized, “I’m sorry to have

Vivienne replied softly, her

the exact spot as my daughter’s.

suddenly turned cold, “are in

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