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 him.

up, the eight still out cold would get

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

was too fast. I

old fox. If I 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. Wolf, let's head back." Percival

that, I can't sleep. Mr. Wolf, let's have a drink." Standing before her

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

drink lying down?" Vivienne was startled, but in the next instant, Percival had flicked her leg aside, and

and shattered, and Vivienne found herself pinned

hint of flirtation, only threat and

the hell are

blinked, and her eyes quickly lost their luster,

was taken aback and only realized the truth when he

It was a robot!

How could a robot be indistinguishable from a real person, even mimicking Vivienne's tone of voice? Then the robot's mouth opened, and a scroll fell that read, [Congratulations,

this another of Finnian's

test of his resistance

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

Vivienne to her bedroom, where the real

indeed strong; even

immunity was part of

in Vivienne's room, leaning against the robot

on a

he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real deal." Finnian nodded approvingly, pleased with Percival's performance in the

was time to think

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

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