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.

his days in the bar, when he ran out

him in a

something, and Jeffrey immediately sobered

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

up, his voice stern. "Where are the

"What are you talking

Fiona bought you, where is it all?"

not find White Tiger soon, there would be no lead on

resurfaced, its

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

of Boar

You can't

Jeffrey's shoulder. "Not talking,

"I sold them, sold

narrowed. "To

and buyers I met at art shows." Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. "The rest

afford to cross

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

throwing money around

Met a lady at the bar, made me

frowned slightly. "What

phone, showing a

seductive appearance would tempt

Jeffrey was no

that night, and I took her home. She

Vivienne

It was Mr. B.

also on the hunt for Boar

the fool, had given

foot sent

broken ribs. He was livid,

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