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.”

cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before

gave Vivienne a once-over.

sighed, “After all that, I

a steady

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

out a glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival’s, her lips glistening in the

do you want me to sit in your lap while

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

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

shattered, and Vivienne found herself

hint of flirtation,

the

their luster, like

aback and only realized the truth when he lifted

It was a robot!

was astounded. How could a robot be indistinguishable from a real person, even mimicking Vivienne’s

the robot’s mouth opened, and a scroll fell that read, [Congratulations,

scroll in his hand, Percival

another

test of his resistance to

whom he naturally desired. If he

to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still sound

even Vivienne had

was part

himself in Vivienne’s room, leaning against the robot

mansion somewhere in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a

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

pleased with Percival’s

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in a silent smile,

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

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