The Million-Dollar Heart

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.

was about to head back, he heard a loud noise behind

Percival exclaimed, relieved. If Vivienne was up, the eight still

"A little trick like that won't

fast. I couldn't keep

billion!" Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before slipping her arm through Percival's. "Mr. Wolf,

couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed, "After all that, I can't sleep. Mr. Wolf, let's have a drink." Standing before her with a steady

favorite whiskey from the cabinet 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 you want me to sit in your lap while

up his sleeves with a decisive motion. "Or maybe, drink lying down?" Vivienne was

shattered, and Vivienne found herself pinned under

hint of flirtation, only

the hell are

blinked, and her eyes quickly lost their luster, like a light suddenly snuffed

only realized the truth when he lifted the person beneath

It was a robot!

mimicking Vivienne's tone of voice? Then the robot's mouth opened, and a scroll fell that read,

another of

test of

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

the faux Vivienne to her bedroom, where

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

immunity was

room, leaning against the

Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to his

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

it was time to think about the third

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

"Aren't you worried