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

her account details.

money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried about whether her parents, Henry and Heloise Ellington, would

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

call to the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after,

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

took her leave after she she

Vivienne made to leave too. But they

that painting from you?”

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

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

paused before responding. “This painting is a copy”

“but you

and nodded,

I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old

to me

the person

only someone who knew the individual very

recounted his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole

painting tightened.

the old man said as his tears welled up I’ve been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently, so I’m

was taken

a beautiful name

meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt eerily familiar

Chapter.

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

man could

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

Vivienne replied softly,

the exact spot as my daughter’s. May I ask if you know

turned cold,

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