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

and her gaze harbored meaning. “Alright!”

her

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 agree

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

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

took her leave after she she nodded to

too. But they were suddenly halted by a

I purchase that

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

modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged,

paused before responding. “This

old man replied, “but you wouldn’t sell

smiled and nodded,

like to buy it to help find her,” the old man disclosed without reservation. “I hope

to me

looked up. “You recognize the

someone who knew the individual very well could identify it

ear, the old 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 not be her, I want

this, Vivienne’s grip on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her name?

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

taken aback

a beautiful name

anyone named Sasha, yet the name felt

Chapter.

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

the old man could finish,

apologized, “I’m sorry

replied softly, her thoughts evidently elsewhere.

so bold, the mole behind your mother’s ear is in the exact

voice suddenly turned cold, “are in

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