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

other Ellington

eyebrow and her

her account

Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team

as Fiona casually promised to hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back

she she nodded to Percival and Vivienne

to leave too. But they were suddenly halted by a

May I purchase that painting from you?”

see an elderly man leaning on a cane; his hair

a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp as they

“This

man replied, “but you

smiled and nodded, “Exactly!”

it to help find her,” the old man disclosed

to me

looked up. “You recognize the person

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

voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it might not be her, I

hearing this, Vivienne’s grip on the painting tightened. “Your

said as his tears welled up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have

was taken

was a beautiful

couldn’t recall meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

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

could finish,

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

Vivienne replied softly,

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

turned cold,

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