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.

ran out of

him in a

something, and Jeffrey immediately

of you!" Jeffrey crouched on the ground,

hoisted him up, his voice stern. "Where are the things Fiona

blinked, confused. "What are

where is

did not find White Tiger soon, there

Poison resurfaced, its danger was

Poison, and he would not

threat of Boar

can't take

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

"I sold

eyes narrowed.

shows." Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. "The rest is

could not afford to cross

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

throwing money around for six

yelped, "I really gave it away. Met a lady at the bar,

slightly.

out his phone, showing a video of the woman pole

would

was

up that night, and I took her home.

Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

was also on

given

sent

two broken ribs. He was

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