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

the eight still

little trick like that won't fool me.

fast. I couldn't

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

can't sleep. Mr.

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

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

and shattered, and Vivienne found herself pinned

hint of flirtation, only

the

quickly lost their luster, like

realized the

It was a robot!

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

another of Finnian's

it a test of his resistance

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

to her bedroom,

even

immunity was

in Vivienne's room, leaning against the

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

the Vivienne replica was not the real deal." Finnian nodded approvingly, pleased with Percival's performance in the second

it was time to think about

silent smile, seemingly privy to the

glanced at the unfinished bionic robot in a nearby room. "Aren't you worried about sending this out? What

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