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.

to head back, he heard a

relieved. If Vivienne was up, the

nodded. "A little trick like that won't

fast.

fox. If I get my hands on him, I'll make him cough up 800 billion!" Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before slipping her

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

out a glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival's, her lips glistening in the dim light, enticing beyond words. "Mr. Wolf, do you want me to sit in

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 aside, and his elbow came down hard

fell and shattered, and

of

who the hell

and her eyes quickly lost their luster, like a light

realized the

It was a robot!

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

another of

of his resistance

If he felt nothing for Vivienne, that would be a real

faux Vivienne to her bedroom, where the

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had

seemed his immunity was part

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

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

start that the Vivienne replica was not the real

to

silent smile, seemingly privy to the previous night's

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

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