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.

bar, when he ran out of money, he would sell something to continue

him in

him with something,

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

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

confused. "What are

is it

did not find White Tiger soon, there would be

Boar Poison resurfaced, its danger was

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

of Boar Poison

can't take it away from

Jeffrey's shoulder. "Not

"I sold them,

narrowed. "To

he could remember to Percival. "The

could not afford to cross

antiques, Percival surveyed Jeffrey's warehouse, his expression unreadable. "There's a

money around for six months. Stop talking nonsense." Leopold smacked

the bar, made me happy, so I gave it to her,

Vivienne frowned slightly. "What did she look

phone, showing a video

appearance would

was no

her home. She liked that painting,

Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

Mr. B was also on the hunt for

given

sent Jeffrey

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

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