The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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.

had mostly recovered now that Henry was behind bars and the art gallery

source of income, he had given himself

he ran out of money, he would sell something

him in a

something,

Jeffrey crouched

up, his voice stern. “Where are the things Fiona gave

confused. “What

is it all?”

Tiger soon, there would be no lead

Poison resurfaced, its danger was

would not let

there, the threat of Boar Poison could not

can’t take it

Jeffrey’s shoulder. “Not talking,

gasped. “I

eyes narrowed.

I met at art shows.” Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival.

afford to

sports cars and antiques, Percival surveyed Jeffrey’s warehouse, his expression unreadable. “There’s a

glanced at the

money around for six months. Stop talking nonsense.”

at the bar, made me happy, so I gave it

frowned slightly. “What did

showing a video

appearance would tempt any

was

and I took her home. She liked that painting,

and Vivienne

It was Mr. B.

was also

given away something so

sent

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

and Vivienne were mad

unraveled the secret of the painting.

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