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’ll make him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne said

gave Vivienne a

inside, Vivienne flopped onto the couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed, “After all that, I can’t sleep. Mr. Wolf, let’s

her with a steady gaze,

from the cabinet and poured two glasses, her

leg and hooked Percival’s,

Wolf, do you want me to sit

rolled up his

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

glass fell and shattered, and

was no hint of flirtation,

who the hell

quickly lost their

and only realized the truth when he lifted the

It was a robot!

astounded. How could a robot be indistinguishable from a real

a scroll fell that read, [Congratulations, you’ve

the scroll in his hand, Percival

another

it a test of his

he naturally desired. If he felt nothing

bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still sound

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

immunity was part of

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

in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger

Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne

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

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in a silent smile, seemingly privy to the previous

robot in a nearby room. “Aren’t you worried about

his head. “She’s been prepared for this. Better