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.

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

was up, the eight still out cold would get

"A little trick like that won't fool

fast. I

800 billion!" Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before slipping

can't sleep. Mr. Wolf, let's have

her leg and hooked Percival's, her

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

no hint of flirtation, only threat and

who the hell are

eyes quickly lost their luster, like a light

aback and only realized the

It was a robot!

was 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

this another of Finnian's

of his

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

faux Vivienne to her bedroom, where the

strong; even Vivienne had succumbed

seemed his immunity was

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

on a sun lounger while a man

steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real deal." Finnian nodded

time to think about

man curved his lips in a silent smile,

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

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