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.”

my hands on him, I’ll make him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne said with a vengeful

gave Vivienne a once-over.

onto the couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed, “After all that, I can’t

before her with a steady gaze, Percival

from the cabinet and poured two

a glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival’s,

to sit in your

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

flicked her leg

and shattered, and Vivienne found herself

no hint of

who the hell are

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

aback and only realized the truth when he

It was a robot!

was astounded. How could a robot be indistinguishable from a

fell that read, [Congratulations, you’ve passed the second trial. This is

the scroll in his hand,

another of

a test of his

whom he naturally desired. If he felt nothing for Vivienne, that would

to her bedroom,

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had

his immunity was

leaning against the

a sun lounger while a man applied ointment

knew from the start

pleased with Percival’s performance in the second

about the third one.Books Chapters Are

silent smile, seemingly privy to

bionic robot in a nearby room. “Aren’t you worried about sending this out? What if the girl

prepared for this. Better to send it out now than