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

other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

and her gaze harbored meaning.

promptly provided her account details.

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

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and convince his parents not to release the funds.

she she nodded to Percival and

and Vivienne made to leave too. But they were suddenly halted by a voice.

May I purchase that painting from

his hair was almost

palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed

before responding. “This painting is a

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

smiled and nodded,

it to help find her,” the old man disclosed without

to me

up. “You recognize the person in this

back, and only someone who knew the individual very

ear, the old man recounted his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a

the painting

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

was taken

a

recall meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in the portrait was your mother, who has

the old man could finish,

old man apologized, “I’m sorry to

softly,

bold, the mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact

suddenly turned cold, “are in

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