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.

he ran out of money, he would sell

in a drunken

him with something, and Jeffrey

not afraid of you!" Jeffrey crouched on

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

confused. "What

Fiona bought you, where is it all?" Percival was losing

Tiger soon, there

resurfaced,

because of Boar Poison, and he would not

the threat of Boar Poison could not

can't take it away from

grip tightened on Jeffrey's

pain, Jeffrey gasped. "I sold them, sold

narrowed. "To

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

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, held down by Leopold, Jeffrey glanced

you're giving gifts? One painting could keep you throwing money around for six months.

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

frowned slightly. "What did

a video of the

would tempt

was

and I took her home. She liked that painting,

Vivienne

It was Mr. B.

was also on the hunt for

given away

foot sent Jeffrey

now had two broken ribs. He was livid, wanting

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