Percival casually snapped off a twig and flicked away the power line in his path. Thankfully, he was in the garden; otherwise, he would have had to endure a jolt of electricity. But Finnian's test was not something to be taken lightly.

No sooner had Percival tossed aside the twig than a snake, tongue flickering, shot towards him along the branch.

That did it. Percival was livid. He grabbed the snake by its body and slammed it to the ground.

But as he did, something felt off.

Why was this snake so light?

Frowning, he glanced back at the pit he had passed and the discarded power line.

He decided to shut his eyes, ignoring anything else he might touch or sense.

Thirty seconds later, Percival reached the garden fence. With a firm kick, the fence collapsed. Only then did he open his eyes and turn to see that there was neither pit nor snake-just projections from a high- tech projector!

Finnian possessed the same kind of cutting-edge projector that Karen had been researching!

Percival's gaze sharpened, and some thoughts in his mind were now confirmed beyond doubt.

The only problem was the lack of evidence.

Stepping over the fallen fence, he approached the villa's main gate.

With the delay, Finnian was long gone.

Percival exhaled a sigh of resignation. When Vivienne woke up, she was going to be furious.

He would have to think of a way to sweet-talk her.

to head back, he heard a loud noise

up, the eight still out cold

little trick like that won't

Finnian was too fast. I

on him, I'll make him cough up 800 billion!" Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before slipping her arm through Percival's.

all that, I can't sleep. Mr. Wolf, let's have

glass, she stretched out her leg and

decisive motion. "Or maybe, drink lying down?" Vivienne was

glass fell and shattered, and

no hint of flirtation,

the hell are

lost their luster, like a

only realized the truth when he lifted the person beneath

It was a robot!

voice? Then the robot's mouth opened, and a scroll fell that read, [Congratulations, you've passed the second trial. This is

this another of

test of his resistance

Vivienne, whom he naturally desired. If he felt nothing for Vivienne, that

carried the faux Vivienne to her bedroom, where the real

sedative was indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

his immunity was

settled himself in Vivienne's room, leaning against the robot double, and

a sun lounger while a

eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real deal." Finnian nodded approvingly, pleased with

it was time to think about the third

lips in a silent smile, seemingly privy

nearby room. "Aren't you worried about sending this out?

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