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 nonentities wouldn’t stand a chance against

raised an eyebrow and her gaze harbored meaning. “Alright!”

promptly provided her account

at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried about whether her parents, Henry

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team that had

He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get

also took her leave after she she nodded to Percival and

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

May I purchase that

elderly man leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a few strands of black remaining.

but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes

responding. “This painting is

you wouldn’t sell the original, would

and

me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old man disclosed without reservation. “I hope you

to me

the person

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

lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it

painting tightened.

up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently, so

taken

a beautiful name

couldn’t recall meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt

Chapter.

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

could finish,

his words, the old man apologized, “I’m sorry

replied softly, her

in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask if you know much

Vivienne’s voice suddenly turned cold,

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