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.

discuss this with my family first, given the sum involved. You’ll have the money by tonight at the latest!” Fiona declared confidently. It seemed that

Vivienne nodded, “Agreed”

made a call to the National Gallery’s secretary, and soon after,

dollars. He stormed off, neglecting the gallery’s guests. He

leave after she she nodded to Percival and Vivienne

too. But they were suddenly halted

I purchase that painting from

to see an elderly man leaning on a cane; his hair was almost entirely white with just a few strands

modestly but exuding a palpable authority. His aged, cloudy

responding. “This painting

“but you wouldn’t sell the original, would you?”

smiled and

me I’d like to buy it to help find her,” the old man

to me

“You recognize the person in

and only someone who

hint of melancholy “My lost daughter

this, Vivienne’s grip on the painting tightened.

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

was taken

was a beautiful

named Sasha, yet the name

Chapter.

I won’t insist. But I heard you say the person in

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

“I’m sorry to have touched a raw

softly, her thoughts evidently

exact spot as my daughter’s. May I

voice suddenly turned cold, “are

mother had caused their incarceration personally.

their flight from the past that her mother took her to visit her family in the

with her maternal relatives, and it revealed a harsh truth: some parents truly can be indifferent to their

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