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.”

old fox. If I get my hands on him, I’ll make him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before

Vivienne

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

a steady gaze, Percival agreed,

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

hooked Percival’s, her lips glistening in the dim light,

to sit in your lap while

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

was startled, but in the next instant, Percival had flicked her leg aside, and his

shattered, and Vivienne found herself pinned

hint of flirtation, only

the

eyes quickly lost their luster, like a light suddenly snuffed

realized the truth when he lifted

It was a robot!

could a robot be indistinguishable from a real person, even

mouth opened, and a scroll fell that read,

his hand, Percival

another of

it a test of his resistance

If he felt nothing for Vivienne,

her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still sound

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed

seemed his immunity was part of

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

in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger

good eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real

pleased with Percival’s performance in

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curved his lips in a silent smile, seemingly privy to

unfinished bionic robot in a nearby room. “Aren’t you worried about sending

Better to send it out