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.

the bar, when he ran out of money, he would sell something to continue his

him in

something, and Jeffrey immediately

I... I'm not afraid of you!" Jeffrey crouched

up, his voice stern.

confused. "What are you

bought you, where is it all?" Percival was

White Tiger soon,

Poison resurfaced, its danger was

and he would not let anyone close

the threat of Boar Poison could

mine. You can't take

tightened on Jeffrey's shoulder. "Not

pain, Jeffrey gasped. "I sold

narrowed. "To

at art shows." Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to

could not afford to cross these

antiques, Percival surveyed Jeffrey's warehouse, his expression unreadable. "There's a

you're giving gifts? One painting could keep you throwing money around for

Met a lady at the bar, made me happy, so I gave it to her,

lady?" Vivienne frowned slightly. "What did

phone, showing a video of

appearance would tempt

Jeffrey was no

that night, and I took her home. She liked that painting, so I gave it to

and Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

was also

had given away something so

foot sent

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

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