Fiona remained silent for a long time, and Vivienne did not rush her, simply waiting with patient stillness.

Finally, Fiona showed a hint of response.

"Yes." Fiona's lips curved slightly. "Vivienne, that's all I can tell you. As for who White Tiger is and where he might be, I'm clueless. You'll have to dig that up yourself." With that, Fiona closed her eyes.

Vivienne knew that Fiona would not divulge White Tiger's whereabouts.

Just as stubborn as Scott, she thought.

Vivienne handed her earlier design sketches to Fiona. "Study these well. I'm looking forward to seeing you outdo my jewelry designs here."

Fiona opened her eyes, her gaze flat. She lowered her eyes with a smile, "For the sake of your sketches, maybe you'll find something worthwhile among my belongings." Vivienne raised an eyebrow, gave Fiona a lingering look, and left with Percival.

Ever since Fiona's arrest, all her possessions had been under Percival's control.

They had scoured through everything Fiona owned. And found nothing.

"Could you have missed something?" Vivienne asked.

Percival shook his head. "No, I had everything Fiona owned under surveillance before her arrest - from her bank accounts and stocks to her purse and car; it's all here." Leopold had also gone through everything from top to bottom, unable to find any clue, let alone White Tiger's location.

Vivienne stared at the pile of belongings for a while, then suddenly said, "Let's find Jeffrey!"

Almost at the same moment, Percival also uttered, "Jeffrey!"

The two exchanged a knowing smile.

Shortly after, they went straight to find Jeffrey.

At a certain bar.

Jeffrey had mostly recovered now that Henry was behind bars and the art gallery was closed due to Fiona's case.

With no source of income, he had given himself over to despair.

days in the bar, when he ran out of money, he

found him in a drunken

with something, and Jeffrey immediately sobered

afraid of you!" Jeffrey

him up, his voice stern.

confused. "What

Fiona bought you, where is it

find White Tiger soon, there would be no lead

Boar Poison resurfaced, its

suffered enough because of Boar Poison, and he would

the threat of Boar Poison could not

shivered, "It's mine. You can't take

grip tightened on Jeffrey's shoulder. "Not talking,

"I sold them,

eyes narrowed. "To

could remember to Percival. "The rest is still at my place.

not afford to cross

transfer records against Jeffrey's collection of sports cars and antiques, Percival surveyed Jeffrey's warehouse, his expression unreadable. "There's a painting missing." Still crouched, held

could keep you throwing money around for six months. Stop talking nonsense." Leopold smacked Jeffrey

gave it away. Met a lady at the bar, made me happy, so I

slightly. "What

showing a video of

seductive appearance would tempt any

Jeffrey was

that night, and I took her home.

and Vivienne exchanged

It was Mr. B.

Mr. B was also on

had given

foot sent

broken ribs. He was livid, wanting

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