The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chatper 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

If Percival were out of the picture, the other Ellington nonentities wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow and her gaze harbored meaning. “Alright!”

She promptly provided her account details.

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

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

soon after, the team that had come to seal

neglecting the gallery’s guests. He had to get

took her leave after she she

to leave too. But they were

I purchase that

an elderly man leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a few strands of black remaining.

in his seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy eyes seemed sharp

before responding. “This painting is

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

and

like to buy it to help find her,” the old

to me

recognize the person in this

the back, and only someone who

a mole behind her ear, the old man recounted his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has

on the painting tightened. “Your daughter? Whats her

been searching for her for thirty years without a trace. I heard

taken

a

meeting anyone named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

to sell, I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person

could finish,

words, the old man apologized, “I’m sorry to

Vivienne replied softly,

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

Vivienne’s voice suddenly turned

caused

flight from the past that her mother took her to visit her

a harsh truth: some parents truly can be indifferent to their own kids.

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