The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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.

money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that she was not the least bit worried

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

to the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after, the team that had come to seal off the premises

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

she she

they’d left, Percival and Vivienne made to leave too. But

May I purchase that

cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a few

his seventies, dressed modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His

before responding. “This painting is a copy”

the old man replied, “but you wouldn’t

smiled and nodded,

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

to me

up. “You recognize the person in this painting?”

figure from the back, and only someone who knew the individual very well could

his voice was tinged with a hint of melancholy “My lost daughter has a mole in the same place Even though it might not

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

for her for thirty years without a

taken

a

anyone named Sasha,

Chapter.

insist. But I heard you say the person in the portrait

old man could finish,

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

replied softly, her thoughts evidently

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

suddenly turned cold, “are

mother had caused

started their flight from the past that her mother took

her maternal relatives, and it revealed a harsh truth: some parents truly