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

out of the picture, the other

eyebrow and her gaze harbored meaning. “Alright!”

provided her account

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

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

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

also took her leave after she she nodded to

leave too. But they were suddenly halted by a

that painting from you?”

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 seemed

paused before responding. “This

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

and

in this painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old man disclosed

to me

looked up. “You recognize the

was merely a figure from the back, and only someone who knew

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

painting

welled up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might

was taken aback

was a beautiful name

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

old man could finish, Vivienne interjected, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry to have touched

Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts evidently elsewhere.

ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I

suddenly turned cold,

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