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

the picture, the other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand a

an eyebrow and her gaze harbored

her account details.

this 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

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

Gallery’s secretary, and soon after,

fury as Fiona casually promised to hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to

she she nodded to Percival and

too. But they were suddenly

purchase that painting from

hair was almost

to be in his seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority.

“This painting is

the old man replied, “but you

smiled and

it to help find her,” the

to me

looked up. “You recognize the

figure from the back, and only someone who knew the individual very well could identify it

“My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it might not be her, I want

Vivienne’s grip on the painting

as his tears welled up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace.

was taken

a

named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

you say the person

old man could finish, Vivienne interjected,

apologized, “I’m sorry to have touched

replied softly, her thoughts evidently

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

turned cold, “are

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