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 nonentities wouldn’t

raised an eyebrow and her gaze harbored meaning.

her

by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

secretary, and soon after, the team

fury as Fiona casually 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

leave after she she nodded to

made to leave too. But they were suddenly halted

that painting from

a cane; his hair

dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy

before responding. “This painting is a copy”

“but you

and nodded,

feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the

to me

the person in this

a figure from the back, and only someone who knew the individual very well

melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it might not be

the painting

the old man said as his tears welled up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently, so

was taken

was a beautiful

meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

if you’re reluctant to sell, I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in the portrait was

man could finish, Vivienne interjected, “Yes.”

man apologized, “I’m sorry to

softly, her

behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask if you know much about your maternal

turned cold, “are in

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