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

an eyebrow and her gaze

promptly provided her account details.

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”

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

fury as Fiona casually promised to hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the

after she

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

that

cane; his hair

his seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority.

“This painting is

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

smiled and

to help find her,” the old man disclosed without reservation.

to me

recognize the person in this

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

ear, the old man recounted his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it might not be her, I want to

painting

for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently,

taken

It was a

named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

I heard you say the person in the portrait was your mother,

the old man could finish, Vivienne

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

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her

the mole behind 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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