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

Percival were out of the picture, the other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand

eyebrow and her gaze harbored meaning. “Alright!”

provided her account

discuss this with my family first, given the sum involved. You’ll have the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and convince his

she she

and Vivienne made to leave too. But they were suddenly

purchase that painting

hair

modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp as they fixed on her

paused before responding. “This painting is a

man replied, “but you wouldn’t

and nodded, “Exactly!”

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

to me

the person

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

with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter

this, Vivienne’s grip on the painting tightened.

I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to

was taken aback

was a beautiful name

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

Chapter.

won’t insist. But I heard you say the person

old man could finish,

old man apologized, “I’m sorry to have

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts

the mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I

suddenly turned cold,

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