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

up, the eight still out cold would get an earful,

"A little trick like that won't

was too fast. I couldn't keep

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

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

her leg and hooked Percival's, her lips glistening in the dim light, enticing beyond words. "Mr. Wolf, do

down?" Vivienne was startled, but in the next instant, Percival had

and shattered, and Vivienne

of flirtation, only threat and

who the

blinked, and her eyes quickly lost their luster, like a

aback and only realized the truth

It was a robot!

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 momentarily

this another of Finnian's

a test of his

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

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

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed

was part of this so-called

settled himself in Vivienne's room, leaning against

at a mansion somewhere in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger

a good eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the start that the

to think

curved his lips in a silent

glanced at the unfinished bionic robot in a nearby room. "Aren't you worried about sending this out? What if