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

Vivienne a once-over.

it, and sighed,

a steady

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

her leg and hooked Percival’s, her lips glistening in the

to sit in your lap

rolled up

Percival had flicked her leg aside, and his elbow came down

and shattered, and Vivienne found herself

was no hint of flirtation, only threat and

the hell are

her eyes quickly lost their luster,

only realized the

It was a robot!

a robot be indistinguishable from a real

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

in his hand,

another of

of his resistance to

If he felt nothing

her bedroom, where the real Vivienne

sedative was indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

his immunity was part of this so-called

in Vivienne’s room, leaning against the

a sun

he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica

nodded approvingly, pleased with Percival’s performance in the second

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silent smile, seemingly privy

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

for this. Better to send it