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.

to head back, he heard a loud

awake," Percival exclaimed, relieved. If Vivienne was up, the eight still out cold would get an

like that won't fool me.

Finnian was too fast. I couldn't keep

said with a vengeful tone before slipping her arm through Percival's. "Mr. Wolf, let's head back." Percival gave Vivienne a once-over.

half-sinking into it, and sighed, "After all that, I can't sleep. Mr. Wolf,

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,

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

shattered, and Vivienne

no hint of flirtation,

who the hell are

their luster,

the truth when he lifted the

It was a robot!

astounded. 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, you've passed the second trial. This is your reward.] Holding the

this another of

a test of his

this was Vivienne, whom he naturally desired. If he felt nothing for Vivienne,

the faux Vivienne to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was

strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

his immunity was part of

himself in Vivienne's room, leaning against

Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a man

from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real deal."

it was time to think about the third

in a silent

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