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

out of the picture, the other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand

eyebrow and her gaze harbored meaning.

her account details.

You’ll have the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

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

promised to hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get back and convince his parents not to

she she

to leave too. But

May I purchase that painting

a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a few strands of black remaining.

dressed modestly but exuding a palpable

responding. “This painting is a copy”

aware, the old man replied, “but you

smiled and nodded,

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

to me

up. “You recognize the person in

only someone who knew the

lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it might not be

grip on the painting tightened. “Your

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

was taken

a beautiful

named Sasha, yet the name felt eerily familiar

Chapter.

you say the person in the portrait was your mother,

the old man could finish, Vivienne interjected, “Yes.”

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

fine,” Vivienne replied softly, her

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

voice suddenly turned cold, “are

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