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

the picture, the other

and her gaze harbored

provided her account details.

at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team that had

as Fiona casually promised to hand over ten billion dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests.

took her leave after she

too. But they

that

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

seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable

“This painting is a

the old man replied, “but you wouldn’t sell the

and nodded,

painting feels familiar to me I’d like to buy it to help find

to me

“You recognize the person in

the back, and only someone who knew the individual very well

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

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

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

taken aback

was a beautiful name

named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

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

could finish, Vivienne interjected,

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

replied softly, her thoughts evidently elsewhere.

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

turned cold,

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