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.

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

him in a

something,

you doing? I... I'm not afraid of you!" Jeffrey crouched on the ground, terrified

his voice stern. "Where are the things Fiona

blinked, confused. "What are you talking

bought you, where is

they did not find White Tiger soon,

Poison resurfaced, its danger was

because of Boar Poison, and he would not

of Boar Poison could not be

can't take

Jeffrey's shoulder. "Not talking,

gasped. "I sold them, sold

eyes narrowed.

at art shows." Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. "The rest is still at my place. Take it if

not afford to cross

sports cars and antiques, Percival surveyed Jeffrey's warehouse, his expression unreadable. "There's a painting missing." Still crouched, held down by

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

gave it away. Met a lady at the

slightly.

his phone, showing a video of the woman pole

appearance would

was no

and I took her home. She liked that painting, so

Vivienne

It was Mr. B.

was also on the hunt for

fool, had given

sent

had two broken ribs. He was livid, wanting to

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