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

the other Ellington

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

promptly provided her account details.

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

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

in fury as Fiona casually promised to hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and convince his

after she she nodded to Percival

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

May I purchase that painting

hair was almost entirely white with just a few strands

palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp

responding. “This painting is

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

and nodded, “Exactly!”

painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find

to me

recognize the person

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

melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole

grip on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats

said as his tears welled up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years

was taken

a beautiful

meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt eerily

Chapter.

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

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

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

Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts evidently elsewhere.

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

voice suddenly turned cold,

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