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 nonentities wouldn’t stand a chance

an eyebrow and her gaze

promptly provided her

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

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

and soon after, the team

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

after she she nodded to Percival and

they’d left, Percival and Vivienne made to leave too. But they were suddenly

that painting

leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with

looked to be in his seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp as

“This painting is a

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

and nodded,

familiar to me I’d like to buy it to

to me

looked up. “You recognize the person in

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

voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it might not be

on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her

thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to

taken

was a beautiful

meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt

Chapter.

won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in the portrait was your mother, who has passed. Is

old man could finish, Vivienne

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

softly, her thoughts evidently

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

voice suddenly turned cold, “are in

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