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

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

her gaze harbored meaning.

provided her

Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried about whether her parents, Henry and Heloise Ellington, would agree

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

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

leave after she

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

purchase that

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

seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp as they fixed

paused before responding. “This painting is a copy”

you wouldn’t sell the original, would

smiled and nodded,

like to buy it to help find her,” the old man disclosed without reservation. “I hope you will selit

to me

up. “You recognize the person in this

someone who knew the individual very well could identify it

a mole behind her ear, the old man recounted his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though

on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her

years without a trace. I heard the might have come to

taken aback

was a beautiful

meeting anyone named Sasha,

Chapter.

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

man could finish, Vivienne interjected,

“I’m sorry to have

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts

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

Vivienne’s voice suddenly turned

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