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

Vivienne a once-over.

the couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed, “After all that, I can’t sleep. Mr. Wolf,

her with a steady gaze, Percival agreed,

the cabinet and poured two glasses, her eyes shimmering as she looked at

leg and hooked Percival’s, her lips

to sit in your lap while we

an attractive Adam’s apple, and rolled up his sleeves with a decisive motion. “Or

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

shattered, and Vivienne

was no hint of

who the hell are

eyes quickly lost their luster,

and only realized the truth when he

It was a robot!

How could a robot be indistinguishable from a real person, even mimicking Vivienne’s tone

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

the scroll in his hand, Percival was

another of

of

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

Vivienne to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still sound

indeed strong; even

seemed his immunity was part

settled himself in Vivienne’s room, leaning against the

on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to his

good eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the

approvingly, pleased with Percival’s performance

think about the third one.Books Chapters

curved his lips in a silent

nearby room. “Aren’t you worried about sending this out? What if the girl

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