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.

behind bars and the art gallery was closed due to Fiona’s

of income, he had given himself over

in the bar, when he ran out of money, he would sell something

him in a

with something, and Jeffrey immediately

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

his voice stern.

confused. “What are

you, where is it all?” Percival was losing

White Tiger soon, there would be no lead on Boar

resurfaced, its

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

there, the threat of

You can’t take it away

on Jeffrey’s shoulder. “Not

Jeffrey gasped. “I

narrowed. “To

he could remember to Percival. “The rest is still at

not afford to

transfer records against Jeffrey’s collection of sports cars and antiques, Percival surveyed Jeffrey’s warehouse, his expression unreadable.

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

painting could keep you throwing money around for six months. Stop talking nonsense.” Leopold smacked Jeffrey on

“I really gave it away. Met a lady at the bar, made

lady?” Vivienne frowned slightly. “What did she

phone, showing a video

appearance would tempt any

was

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

and Vivienne exchanged a

It was Mr. B.

also on the

fool, had given away something so

foot sent

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

Vivienne were mad

the secret of the painting. She