The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 437

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.

when he ran out of money, he would sell

in a drunken

injected him with something,

I'm not afraid of you!" Jeffrey crouched on the ground, terrified Vivienne might

up, his voice stern. "Where are

"What are you talking

stuff Fiona bought you, where is it all?" Percival was

not find White Tiger soon,

Boar Poison resurfaced, its

of Boar Poison, and he would not let anyone close to him

of

"It's mine. You can't

on Jeffrey's

"I sold them, sold

eyes narrowed. "To

some friends and buyers I met at art shows." Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. "The rest is

could not afford to cross these

Fiona's 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 down by Leopold, Jeffrey glanced

money around for six

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

frowned slightly. "What did

out his phone, showing a

would

Jeffrey was

I took her home. She liked that

Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

Mr. B was also on the

fool, had given away

sent

recently healed body now had two broken ribs. He was livid, wanting to curse

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