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 Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand a

an eyebrow and her gaze

promptly provided her account details.

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 about whether her parents,

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and convince his parents not

she she nodded

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

purchase that

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

a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp

paused before responding. “This painting is a

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

smiled and

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

to me

the person in

and only someone

tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter

hearing this, Vivienne’s grip on the painting tightened. “Your

Perez‘ the old man said as his tears welled up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently,

was taken aback

a

meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the

Chapter.

But I heard you say the person in the portrait was

could finish, Vivienne interjected,

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

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts evidently

may be so bold, the mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot

suddenly turned cold, “are in

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