The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 350

Percival's grip was so strong that Jeffrey winced under the pressure.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Percival stared at him coldly, his voice frigid, "What did you just call her?"

"I...I didn't call her anything. I was calling myself a slut!" Jeffrey quickly responded.

He didn't have many redeeming qualities, but compared to Paul, his greatest advantage was his ability to give and take.

Percival let go of him, his voice deep, "The art galleries under your name will be closed from today. You have one day. If you can't do it, I'll tear them down myself."

By copying Vivienne's most cherished painting, he should be thankful that Percival didn't ruin him. He should be grateful that they shared the same last name, Ellington.

Jeffrey felt a wave of resentment but dared not show it on his face, not in the face of Percival and Vivienne's murderous glares, "I'm still your cousin anyway. Your actions today aren't just humiliating me, they're also humiliating the Ellington family. Have you thought about that?"

"You're the one who's humiliating yourself. What does that have to do with me and Vivienne?" Percival retorted in a casual tone while he was fixing his disheveled clothes.

He didn't care about the reputation of the Ellington family.

If it weren't for the fact that the Ellingtons were built by his grandfather, he wouldn’t’ t still keep himself as part of this family as these people thought.

He never needed the Ellington family's glory to survive!

"But you're still a part of the Ellington family!" Jeffrey shot back defiantly.

He had always been outclassed by Percival as a child. He had thought that once Percival was deemed useless, no one would stand in his way. But he had miscalculated.

Percival was not useless; he was pretending!

It seemed he had to rethink his plans. He couldn't just let Percival take over the Ellingtons!

"And so?" Percival raised an eyebrow, his gaze devoid of warmth.

Infuriated, Jeffrey couldn't comprehend how Percival could be so indifferent.

If he was humiliated, how would that benefit Percival?

But it was clear that Percival was determined to have him shut down his art galleries. Those galleries, which he had spent a fortune to establish, were meant to help him take over the Ellingtons one day.

If they were closed, what could he use against Percival?

No way!

He couldn't let the galleries close!

With that thought, Jeffrey suddenly shouted, "Fiona, where the hell are you? If you don't show up now, Percival will be the death of me!"

Fiona, who had been silently observing the drama, felt a wave of disdain at Jeffrey's cry.

He is so useless!

He was messing with Vivienne in his gallery! He really didn't know what he was capable of.

How could Percival, who was so protective of Vivienne, let him go?

Fiona sighed and stepped forward.

Looking at Jeffrey, then at Percival, she asked with a confused look, "What's going on?"

"Fiona, you've always been close with our cousin, Percival. Can you help me out here? I don't want to close the art galleries!" Jeffrey clutched at his straws and pleaded hastily.

Among the Ellingtons, Fiona was the closest to Percival besides Kenneth.

Everyone else had their own agendas.

Fiona frowned, "What have you done? Why does Percival want you to close the galleries?"

Jeffrey was frustrated. He was not in the mood to explain the situation but he still needed her help. So he explained the whole thing.

Upon hearing the story, Fiona scolded, "Jeffrey, you fool! If you want to be an artist, then focus on creating your own work. Why would you plagiarize? Vivienne said that painting was a tribute to her mother. Of course she would be angry if you copied it!"

"Deal!" Fiona agreed readily. "How about a hundred million dollars?" she asked.

Vivienne gave her a look that said, 'You think you're dealing with a beggar?'

Fiona blinked, "Too little? Then how about three hundred million?"

Her family had snatched nearly ten billion dollars over the years, so giving away three hundred million wasn't a problem.

More importantly, if she had gained more trust from Percival, that would make things easier in the future.

Vivienne didn’t say a word.

Why was she only worth a hundred million or three hundred million?

Seeing Vivienne's silent, Fiona's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, "What amount do you think is appropriate?"

"Ten billion dollars!" Vivienne said coolly.

"What!?" Jeffrey suddenly exclaimed, "Ten billion? Why not just rob a bank? You can't even rob ten billion from a bank! You want ten billion for a lousy painting?"

Fiona's face wasn't looking too good either.

Their entire fortune was just ten billion dollars. How could they possibly give it all to Vivienne?

The brat was definitely here to take advantage of their wealth!

Percival cast a dismissive glance at him, took Vivienne's hand and turned to leave, "Vivienne, let's go. We're off to rip apart some art galleries."

Jeffrey was immediately silenced.

Those damn lovebirds!

"Wait!" Fiona suddenly called out to stop them, declaring, "Alright, ten billion it is!"