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.

heard a loud

Percival exclaimed, relieved. If Vivienne was up, the

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

was too fast. I

800 billion!" Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before

Vivienne flopped onto the couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed, "After all that, I can't sleep. Mr. Wolf, let's have a drink." Standing before her with a steady

cabinet and poured two glasses, her eyes shimmering as she looked at him. Holding out a glass, she stretched out her leg

rolled up his sleeves with a decisive motion. "Or maybe, drink lying down?" Vivienne was startled, but in the next instant, Percival had flicked her leg aside, and his elbow came down

and shattered, and Vivienne found herself pinned

hint of flirtation, only

the

lost their luster, like a light

realized the truth when he lifted the person

It was a robot!

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

this another of

it a test of his

desired. If he

bedroom, where

even Vivienne had

immunity was

room, leaning against the robot

relaxed on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to

knew from the start that the

was time to

lips in a silent smile, seemingly privy to the previous night's

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255