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

other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand a

and her gaze harbored

her account

first, given the sum involved. You’ll have the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

and soon after, the team that had come to

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

leave after she she

too. But

May I purchase that painting from you?”

his hair was

a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp as they fixed

responding. “This painting is

replied, “but you

smiled and nodded, “Exactly!”

buy it to help find her,” the old

to me

up. “You recognize the person

only someone who knew the individual very well could identify it

mole behind her 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

Vivienne’s grip on the painting tightened. “Your daughter?

for thirty years without a trace. I heard the might have come to Rivenwood recently, so

was taken aback

It was a beautiful name

Sasha, yet the

Chapter.

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

man could finish, Vivienne interjected, “Yes.”

his words, the old man apologized, “I’m sorry to have touched a raw

Vivienne replied softly,

exact spot as my daughter’s. May

turned cold, “are in

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