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.”

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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.

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Shortly after, they went straight to find Jeffrey.

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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?”

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“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.

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

surveyed Jeffrey’s warehouse, his expression unreadable. “There’s a painting missing.”

Still crouched, held down by Leopold, Jeffrey glanced at the wall of antiques. “That, I gave it away.”

“You’re this broke, and you’re giving gifts? One painting could keep you throwing money around for six

months. Stop talking nonsense.” Leopold smacked Jeffrey on the head.

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Jeffrey yelped, “I really gave it away. Met a lady at the bar, made me happy, so I gave it to her, okay?”

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

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

Her seductive appearance would tempt any man.

And Jeffrey was no exception.

“She cheered me up that night, and I took her home. She liked that painting, so I gave it to her.”

Percival and Vivienne exchanged a look.

It was Mr. B.

It seemed Mr. B was also on the hunt for Boar Poison.

Jeffrey, the fool, had given away something so crucial!

Percival’s foot sent Jeffrey flying.

Jeffrey’s recently healed body now had two broken ribs. He was livid, wanting to curse his fate.

Percival and Vivienne were mad people!

Meanwhile, Mr. B had unraveled the secret of the painting. She dialed a number.

“White Tiger? I have a proposal. Are you interested in a collaboration?”

A deep chuckle came from the other end, “Is this Mr. B? Black Dragon mentioned you. We should

meet.”

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Mr. B was taken aback; she had not expected White Tiger to agree so readily and even take the

initiative.

“Sure, let’s set a place.”

White Tiger provided an address and added, “Just make sure you show up as yourself, no fakes, or the

deal’s off.”

The call ended abruptly, and Mr. B, listening to the dial tone, smirked.

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However, she had to get her hands on the Boar Poison antidote.

Percival had taken all the items Fiona bought for Jeffrey to the Vanguard Agency, instructing his team

to follow up on the leads.

After leaving Jeffrey’s apartment, Vivienne headed home.

Astrid was already recuperating at home; her health was much improved, but the poison had damaged

her lungs, causing her to cough frequently and appear somewhat frail.

“Vivienne, you’re back, cough cough,” Astrid coughed as she made her way to the couch.

Vivienne glanced at Astrid. “Still haven’t recovered?”

Astrid nodded. “Just a bit of a cough, it’s nothing.”

Vivienne checked Astrid’s pulse and retrieved a needle from her medical bag. “Lie down.”

“Eh?” Astrid was momentarily taken aback.

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“Lie down,” Vivienne insisted, gently pushing Astrid onto the couch and swiftly inserting the needle into

specific points.

A few drops of dark blood oozed from the acupuncture points, quickly turning red.

Astrid felt the heaviness in her chest had disappeared instantly, her breathing much more comfortable.

“All done,” Vivienne said as she removed the needle, patting Astrid on the back. “Get up.”

Astrid sat up, took a couple of deep breaths, and felt no urge to cough.

“Vivienne, you’re a miracle worker. The tightness in my chest is gone, and I don’t feel the need to

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