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.”

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

gave Vivienne a once-over.

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

with a steady gaze, Percival agreed,

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

and hooked Percival’s, her lips glistening in

want me to sit in your lap while we

attractive Adam’s apple, and rolled up his sleeves

her leg aside, and his elbow

shattered, and Vivienne

was no hint of flirtation, only threat and

who the hell are

eyes quickly lost their luster, like a

aback and only realized the truth when he lifted the person beneath

It was a robot!

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

the robot’s mouth opened, and a scroll fell that read, [Congratulations, you’ve passed the second trial. This is

scroll in his hand, Percival was

another of Finnian’s

a test of his resistance to

If he felt nothing for Vivienne, that would be

to her bedroom, where the real Vivienne

indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

his immunity was part of this

himself in Vivienne’s room, leaning against the

on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to

got a good eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew

with Percival’s performance in

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curved his lips in a silent smile, seemingly privy to the previous

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

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