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

picture, the other Ellington

raised an eyebrow and her gaze harbored

promptly provided her account details.

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 the

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

to the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team

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

after she she nodded

leave too.

purchase that painting from

on a cane; his hair was almost

but exuding a palpable authority. His

“This painting is a copy”

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

smiled and nodded, “Exactly!”

like to buy it to help find her,” the old man disclosed

to me

recognize the person in

a figure from the back, and only someone who knew

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

grip on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her

thirty years without a trace. I heard the might

was taken

was a beautiful name

meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

insist. But I heard you say the person in the portrait

man could finish, Vivienne interjected, “Yes.”

old man apologized, “I’m sorry to have touched a

replied softly, her thoughts evidently elsewhere.

ear is in the exact spot as my

suddenly turned cold, “are in prison!”

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