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

of the picture, the other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand a chance

eyebrow and her

promptly provided her account details.

involved. You’ll have the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

secretary, and soon after, the team that had come to seal off the

stormed off, neglecting the

also took her leave after she she nodded to

Percival and Vivienne made to leave too. But they were

May I purchase that painting from

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

palpable authority. His aged, cloudy

before responding. “This painting is a copy”

you wouldn’t sell the original, would you?”

smiled and

this painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find her,”

to me

recognize the

a figure from the back, and only someone

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

painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her

been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently, so I’m here to look”

was taken

a beautiful name

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

Chapter.

reluctant to sell, I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in the portrait was your mother, who

the old man could finish, Vivienne

“I’m sorry

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts evidently elsewhere.

mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot

voice suddenly turned

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