The Million-Dollar Heart

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.

ran out of money, he would sell

found him in

with something, and Jeffrey immediately sobered

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

hoisted him up, his voice stern. "Where are

confused. "What

where is it

not find White Tiger soon, there would be no lead

Boar Poison resurfaced, its

and he would not

threat of Boar Poison could

mine. You can't take it away from

on Jeffrey's shoulder. "Not

gasped. "I sold them, sold

eyes narrowed.

friends and buyers I met at art shows." Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. "The rest is still at my place. Take it

not afford to

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 at the wall

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

yelped, "I really gave it away. Met a lady at the bar, made me happy, so I gave it to her,

Vivienne frowned slightly. "What did she

his phone, showing a video of the woman pole

would

was

cheered me up that night, and I took her home. She liked that painting, so I

and Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

was also on the

had given away

foot sent Jeffrey

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