The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel 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.

Jeffrey had mostly recovered now that Henry was behind bars and the art gallery was closed due to Fiona’s case.

With no source of income, he had given himself over to despair.

Spending his days in the bar, when he ran out of money, he would sell something to continue his spree.

Percival found him in a drunken stupor.

Vivienne injected him with something, and Jeffrey immediately sobered up.

“What are you doing? I... I’m not afraid of you!” Jeffrey crouched on the ground, terrified Vivienne might jab him again.

Percival hoisted him up, his voice stern. “Where are the things Fiona gave you?”

Jeffrey blinked, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“The stuff Fiona bought you, where is it all?” Percival was losing patience.

If they did not find White Tiger soon, there would be no lead on Boar Poison.

If Boar Poison resurfaced, its danger was unimaginable.

Isolde had suffered enough because of Boar Poison, and he would not let anyone close to him suffer because of it again.

Even with Vivienne there, the threat of Boar Poison could not be underestimated.

Jeffrey shivered, “It’s mine. You can’t take it away from me!”

Percival’s grip tightened on Jeffrey’s shoulder. “Not talking, huh?”

In pain, Jeffrey gasped. “I sold them, sold everything.”

Percival’s eyes narrowed. “To whom?”

“Just some friends and buyers I met at art shows.” Jeffrey spilled everything he could remember to Percival. “The rest is still at my place. Take it if you want.”

He could not afford to cross these two again.