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.”

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

Vivienne a

it, and sighed, “After all that, I can’t sleep.

before her with a steady

from the cabinet and poured

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

you want me to sit in your lap while

rolled up his sleeves with a decisive motion. “Or maybe,

next instant, Percival had flicked her leg

and Vivienne found

was no hint of flirtation, only

who the hell

quickly lost their luster, like a light suddenly

realized the truth

It was a robot!

astounded. How could a robot be indistinguishable from a real

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

his hand, Percival was momentarily

another of Finnian’s

a test of his

Vivienne, whom he naturally desired. If he felt nothing

faux Vivienne to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was

strong; even Vivienne had

seemed his immunity was part of

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

Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger

Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was

pleased with Percival’s performance

it was time to think about the third one.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join

silent

“Aren’t you worried about

“She’s been prepared for this. Better to send it out now than