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.

bar, when he ran out

in

with something, and Jeffrey immediately

of you!" Jeffrey crouched

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

blinked, confused. "What

where is it

did not find White Tiger soon, there would be no lead

Boar Poison resurfaced, its danger was

he would not let anyone close to him suffer because of it

Vivienne there, the threat of Boar Poison could not

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

Jeffrey's shoulder. "Not talking,

pain, Jeffrey gasped. "I sold them,

eyes narrowed. "To

at art shows." Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember

could not afford to cross these two

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,

money around for six months. Stop talking

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

slightly.

his phone, showing a video of

appearance would tempt any

was

night, and I took her home.

Vivienne exchanged

It was Mr. B.

seemed Mr. B was also on the hunt

fool, had given away

foot sent

broken ribs. He was livid, wanting to

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255