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.

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

awake," Percival exclaimed, relieved. If Vivienne was up, the

little trick like that won't

Finnian was too fast. I

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

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

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

maybe, drink lying down?" Vivienne was startled, but in the next instant, Percival had flicked

and Vivienne found

no hint of

who the hell

lost their luster,

the truth when he lifted the person beneath

It was 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, you've passed the second trial. This is your reward.] Holding the scroll in his hand, Percival was

another of

a test of

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

her bedroom,

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

immunity was part of this so-called

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

a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to

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,

it was time to

silent

robot in a nearby room. "Aren't you worried about sending this out?