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

her gaze harbored meaning.

provided her account

Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

off, neglecting

leave after she she nodded to Percival and

Vivienne made to leave too. But they were

May I purchase that painting from

hair was almost entirely white with just a few strands of black

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

“This painting

the old man replied, “but you

smiled and nodded, “Exactly!”

this painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old man disclosed without reservation. “I

to me

“You recognize the person

the back, and only someone

a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same

grip on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her

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

was taken aback

was a

anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt eerily familiar

Chapter.

I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in the portrait was your mother, who has

the old man could finish,

words, the old man apologized, “I’m sorry

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her thoughts evidently

may be so bold, the mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask if you know much

Vivienne’s voice suddenly turned

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