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

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

eyebrow and her

her

declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had

her leave after she she nodded to Percival and

to leave too. But they were suddenly halted

purchase that painting

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

looked to be in his seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp as they fixed

before responding. “This painting

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

smiled and nodded,

to buy it to

to me

the person in this painting?”

back, and only someone who knew the

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

the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her name?

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

taken aback

It was a beautiful

anyone named Sasha,

Chapter.

if you’re reluctant to sell, I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in

old man could finish, Vivienne

apologized, “I’m sorry to

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

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

turned cold, “are in prison!”

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