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

the other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand a chance against

an eyebrow and her

provided her

declared confidently. It seemed that she was

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

off, neglecting the gallery’s

took her leave after she she nodded to Percival and

and Vivienne made to leave too. But they were

that painting

leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely

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

“This painting is a

man replied, “but you wouldn’t sell the

smiled and

this painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old man

to me

up. “You recognize the

was merely a figure from the back, and only someone who knew the individual

melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it

the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her

for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to

was taken

a

couldn’t recall meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the

Chapter.

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

man could finish, Vivienne

old man apologized, “I’m sorry to have

softly, her

mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s.

voice suddenly turned cold, “are

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