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

other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t

and her gaze harbored meaning.

her

the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried about whether her parents, Henry and Heloise Ellington,

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team that had come to seal off the premises withdrew

casually promised to hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and convince his parents not to release the funds.

she

leave too. But they were suddenly

that painting from

to see an elderly man leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a few strands of black remaining.

exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp

before responding. “This painting is a

replied, “but you

smiled and

me I’d like to buy it to

to me

looked up. “You recognize the person

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

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

Vivienne’s grip on the painting

I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard

taken

It was a beautiful name

named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

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

the old man could

man apologized, “I’m sorry

softly,

may be so bold, the mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask if you know

voice suddenly turned cold,

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