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.

was behind bars and the art gallery was closed due to

source of income, he had

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

in a

something, and Jeffrey immediately sobered

I’m not afraid of you!” Jeffrey crouched on the ground, terrified Vivienne might

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

“What

bought you, where is it all?”

White Tiger soon, there would be no lead on Boar

resurfaced, its

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

of Boar Poison could not be

mine. You can’t take

grip tightened on Jeffrey’s shoulder.

pain, Jeffrey gasped. “I sold them, sold

narrowed.

met at art shows.” Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. “The rest is still at my place. Take it if you

not afford to cross

Fiona’s transfer records against Jeffrey’s collection of sports cars and

down by Leopold, Jeffrey glanced at the wall

keep you throwing money around for six months. Stop talking nonsense.”

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

lady?” Vivienne frowned slightly. “What did she look

phone, showing a video of

seductive appearance would tempt any

Jeffrey was no

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

and Vivienne exchanged

It was Mr. B.

Mr. B was also on the hunt for Boar

had given away something so

sent

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

and Vivienne were

unraveled the secret of the painting. She dialed