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

of the picture, the other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t

her

provided her account details.

discuss this with my family first, given the sum involved. You’ll have the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried about

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

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

she she nodded to Percival and

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

that painting from you?”

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

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

paused before responding. “This painting is

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

and nodded,

buy it to help find her,” the old man

to me

recognize the person in this

a figure from the back, and only someone who

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 it might

this, Vivienne’s grip on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her

years without a trace. I heard the

taken aback

a beautiful

anyone named Sasha,

Chapter.

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

could

“I’m sorry to have touched a raw nerve.”

softly,

I may be so bold, the mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my

turned cold, “are in

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