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

relieved. If Vivienne was up, the eight still

little trick like that

Finnian was too fast. I

said with a vengeful tone before slipping her arm

sighed, "After all that, I can't sleep. Mr. Wolf, let's have a drink." Standing

glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival's, her lips glistening

apple, and rolled up his sleeves with a decisive motion. "Or maybe, drink lying down?" Vivienne was startled, but in the next instant,

glass fell and shattered, and Vivienne found herself pinned under

hint of flirtation, only

the

and her eyes quickly lost their luster,

the truth when he lifted

It was a robot!

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

this another of

a test of his

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

her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had

immunity was part

Vivienne's room, leaning against

mansion somewhere in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun

good eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real

to think about the

a silent smile, seemingly privy to the

unfinished bionic robot in a nearby room. "Aren't you worried

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