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.

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

If Vivienne was up, the eight still

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

was too fast. I couldn't

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

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

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 we

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

and shattered, and Vivienne found herself

no hint of flirtation,

who the hell

blinked, and her eyes quickly lost their luster, like

realized the truth when he lifted

It was a robot!

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

this another of

test of

he felt nothing for Vivienne, that would

Vivienne to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still

indeed strong; even Vivienne

seemed his immunity was part of

in Vivienne's room, leaning against

mansion somewhere in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to

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

time to think about the third

curved his lips in a silent smile, seemingly privy to

a nearby room. "Aren't you worried about sending this out? What if the girl finds