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

raised an eyebrow and her

promptly provided her

Fiona declared confidently.

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

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 release the

she she nodded

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

May I purchase that

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

palpable authority. His aged, cloudy

responding. “This painting is a

aware, the old man replied, “but you wouldn’t

and nodded,

this painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find

to me

“You recognize the person in

someone who knew the individual very well could identify it

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

grip on the painting tightened. “Your

been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might

taken

It was a

anyone named Sasha, yet the

Chapter.

But I heard you say the person in the portrait was your mother, who has passed. Is that

the old man could finish, Vivienne

his words, the old man apologized, “I’m sorry to have touched a raw

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts evidently

your mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s.

Vivienne’s voice suddenly turned cold, “are in

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