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

relieved. If Vivienne was up, the eight still out cold would get an earful, not

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

Finnian was too fast.

If I get my hands on him, I'll make him cough up 800 billion!" Vivienne said with a vengeful

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

looked at him. Holding out a glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival's, her lips glistening in the

attractive Adam's apple, and rolled up his sleeves with a decisive motion. "Or maybe, drink lying down?" Vivienne was startled, but in

shattered, and

of flirtation,

the hell

their luster, like

and only realized the truth

It was a robot!

opened, and a

another of

a test of his resistance

he felt nothing for Vivienne, that would

bedroom, where the

sedative was indeed strong; even Vivienne had

seemed his immunity was part of

himself in Vivienne's room, leaning against the robot double, and dozed

Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a

good eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real deal." Finnian nodded approvingly, pleased

to think about the third

silent smile, seemingly privy

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

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