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.

out of money, he would sell

in

injected him with something,

Jeffrey crouched on the ground, terrified Vivienne might jab him

up, his voice stern. "Where are the things

confused. "What

is it

they did not find White Tiger soon, there would be

resurfaced, its

and he would not let anyone close to

Vivienne there, the threat of Boar

can't take it

grip tightened on Jeffrey's shoulder. "Not

"I sold them, sold

eyes narrowed.

spilled everything he could remember to Percival. "The rest is still at my place.

not afford to

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

throwing money around for six months. Stop talking

the bar, made me happy,

slightly. "What

out his phone, showing a video of the woman

appearance would

Jeffrey was no

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

Vivienne exchanged

It was Mr. B.

also on the hunt

had given away

foot sent Jeffrey

had two broken ribs. He was livid, wanting to curse

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