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

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

raised an eyebrow and her gaze harbored

her account

confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried about whether her

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

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

leave after she she

Percival and Vivienne made to leave too. But they were suddenly halted

that painting

see an elderly man leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with

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

responding. “This painting is a

the old man replied, “but you wouldn’t sell the original, would you?”

and

familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help

to me

recognize the

someone who knew the

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

on the painting tightened. “Your

Perez‘ the old man said as his tears welled up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I

was taken aback

was a beautiful name

recall meeting anyone named Sasha, yet

Chapter.

say the person in the portrait was your mother,

the old man could finish,

“I’m sorry to have touched a

Vivienne replied softly, her

exact spot as my daughter’s. May

voice suddenly turned cold, “are

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