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

eyebrow and her

promptly provided her account details.

declared confidently. It

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the

took her leave after she she

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

that

a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with

a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes

before responding. “This painting is a copy”

man replied, “but you wouldn’t sell the original, would

and nodded, “Exactly!”

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

to me

up. “You recognize the person

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

recounted his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole

painting tightened. “Your

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

taken

a beautiful

Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

the

man could

man apologized, “I’m sorry to have

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her

the mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask if you know much about your

turned cold, “are in

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