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.”

I get my hands on him, I’ll make him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before slipping her arm through Percival’s. “Mr.

Vivienne

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

her with a

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

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

me to sit

attractive Adam’s apple, and rolled up his

her leg aside, and his elbow

and shattered, and

hint of flirtation, only threat and

who the hell

their luster, like a light suddenly

only realized the truth when he

It was a robot!

was astounded. How could a robot be indistinguishable from a real person,

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

scroll in his hand, Percival was

this another of

it a test of his resistance

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

her bedroom,

was indeed strong; even

immunity was

himself in Vivienne’s room, leaning against the

at a mansion somewhere in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to his

a 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 the

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in a silent smile,

a nearby room. “Aren’t you worried about sending

head. “She’s been prepared for this. Better to send