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

eyebrow and her gaze harbored

her account

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

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

and soon after, the team that had come to

stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back

also took her leave after she she nodded to Percival and Vivienne

leave too. But they were suddenly halted

that painting from

cane; his hair was almost entirely white with

his seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes

“This

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

and

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

to me

looked up. “You recognize the

only someone who knew the individual very well could identify it

tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the

painting tightened. “Your daughter?

years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently, so I’m here

taken

was a

meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt eerily

Chapter.

I heard you say the

the old man could

old man apologized, “I’m sorry to have touched a raw nerve.”

softly,

the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask if you know much

suddenly turned cold,

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