The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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.

now that Henry was behind bars and the art gallery

no source of income, he

he ran out of money, he would sell something to continue his

in a

him with something, and Jeffrey immediately sobered

not afraid of you!” Jeffrey crouched

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

blinked, confused. “What

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

soon, there would be no lead on Boar

resurfaced, its danger

he would not let anyone close to him suffer

threat of Boar Poison could

mine. You can’t take it away from

grip tightened on Jeffrey’s shoulder. “Not

gasped. “I sold them, sold

eyes narrowed. “To

shows.” Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. “The rest is still

to cross

cars and antiques, Percival surveyed Jeffrey’s warehouse, his

down by Leopold, Jeffrey glanced at the wall of antiques. “That, I gave it

you’re giving gifts? One painting could keep you throwing money around for six months. Stop talking nonsense.” Leopold smacked

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

Vivienne frowned slightly. “What did she look

pulled out his phone, showing a video of the woman pole

seductive appearance would tempt

Jeffrey was

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

and Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

B was also on the

fool, had given away something so

foot sent

two broken ribs. He was livid, wanting

Vivienne were mad

had unraveled the secret of the painting. She dialed a