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.

he heard

you're awake," Percival exclaimed, relieved. If Vivienne was up, the

"A little trick like that won't fool me. Did

was too fast. I

said with a

I can't sleep. Mr. Wolf, let's have a drink." Standing before her with a steady gaze, Percival

and poured two glasses, her eyes shimmering as she looked at him. Holding out a glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival's, her lips glistening in the dim light, enticing beyond words. "Mr. Wolf, do

his tie, revealing an attractive Adam's apple, and rolled up his sleeves with a decisive motion. "Or maybe, drink lying down?"

shattered, and Vivienne found

was no hint of flirtation, only

the hell are

quickly lost their luster, like a

realized the truth when

It was a robot!

opened, and a scroll fell that read, [Congratulations, you've passed the second trial. This is your reward.] Holding the scroll in

another of

of

this was Vivienne, whom he naturally desired. If he felt nothing for

bedroom, where the real Vivienne

strong; even

his immunity was part of this

room, leaning against

on a sun lounger

he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real deal." Finnian nodded

to think about

in a silent smile, seemingly privy to the previous night's

in a nearby room. "Aren't

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