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.

head back, he heard a loud noise behind

If Vivienne was up, the

little trick like that won't fool me. Did you catch

was too fast. I couldn't

I'll make him cough up 800 billion!" Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before slipping her arm through Percival's. "Mr. Wolf, let's head back."

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

a glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival's, her lips glistening in the dim light, enticing beyond

and 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

and Vivienne found herself

was no hint of flirtation, only threat

who the

their luster, like a light

aback and only realized the truth when he lifted the person

It was a robot!

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

this another of

of his resistance

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

to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne

indeed strong; even Vivienne

his immunity was part of this

leaning against the robot

Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a man applied

the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real deal." Finnian nodded approvingly, pleased with Percival's performance in

time to think about the third

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

unfinished bionic robot in a nearby room. "Aren't you worried about sending