The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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.

As he was about to head back, he heard a loud noise behind him. It was Vivienne!

“Vivienne, you’re awake,” Percival exclaimed, relieved. If Vivienne was up, the eight still out cold would get an earful, not him.

Vivienne nodded. “A little trick like that won’t fool me. Did you catch him?”

“No, Finnian was too fast. I couldn’t keep up.”

make him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne

gave Vivienne

flopped onto the couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed, “After all

a

whiskey from the cabinet and poured two glasses, her eyes shimmering as she

and hooked Percival’s,

me to sit in your

his tie, revealing an attractive Adam’s apple, and rolled up his sleeves with a decisive motion. “Or maybe, drink

flicked her leg aside, and his elbow came down

and shattered, and Vivienne found

no hint of

who the hell are

lost their luster, like

only realized the truth when he lifted the

It was a robot!

indistinguishable from a real

read, [Congratulations, you’ve passed the second trial.

in his hand, Percival

another of

a test of his resistance to

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

to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still

even Vivienne

immunity was part

settled himself in Vivienne’s room, leaning against the robot double,

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

a good eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne

nodded approvingly, pleased with Percival’s performance

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a silent smile, seemingly

a nearby room. “Aren’t you worried about

prepared for this. Better to send it out now than have her