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.

that Henry was behind bars and the art gallery

he had given himself over

his days in the bar, when he ran out

in

injected him with something, and

afraid of you!” Jeffrey crouched on the ground,

voice stern.

“What are you

you, where is it

Tiger soon, there would be no lead

resurfaced, its danger

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

there, the threat of Boar Poison could not

shivered, “It’s mine. You can’t take it

tightened on Jeffrey’s shoulder.

Jeffrey gasped. “I sold them,

narrowed. “To

art shows.” Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. “The

not afford to cross

checking Fiona’s transfer records against Jeffrey’s collection of sports cars and antiques, Percival surveyed

glanced at the wall of antiques. “That,

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

a lady at the bar, made me happy, so I gave

frowned slightly. “What

a

seductive appearance would tempt

Jeffrey was

home. She

Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

also on

the fool, had given away

sent Jeffrey

two broken ribs.

and Vivienne

Mr. B had unraveled the secret of

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