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.

back, he heard a

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

"A little trick like that won't fool

too fast. I couldn't keep

I get my hands on him, I'll make him cough up 800 billion!" Vivienne said with

and sighed, "After all that, I can't sleep.

looked at him. Holding out a glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival's, her lips

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

shattered, and Vivienne found herself pinned

was no hint of flirtation,

who the hell are

blinked, and her eyes quickly lost their luster, like a light suddenly snuffed

realized the truth when he lifted the person

It was a robot!

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

another of

of his resistance to

he naturally desired. If he felt nothing

to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still sound

even Vivienne had succumbed

his immunity was part of

himself in Vivienne's room, leaning against the

at a mansion somewhere in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to

knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real deal." Finnian nodded approvingly,

was time to

in a silent smile, seemingly privy to the

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

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