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.

out of money, he would sell

in

with something, and Jeffrey

afraid of you!" Jeffrey crouched on the ground, terrified

stern.

blinked, confused. "What

where is it

soon, there would be

Boar Poison resurfaced, its

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

threat of

can't take it away from

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

Jeffrey gasped. "I sold

narrowed.

shows." Jeffrey spilled everything he could

could not afford to

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 at

painting could keep you throwing money around for six months. Stop

away. Met a lady at the bar,

frowned slightly.

out his phone, showing a video of

would

Jeffrey was no

that night, and I took her home.

Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

seemed Mr. B was also on the hunt for Boar

the fool, had given away something

sent

body now had two broken ribs. He was livid,

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