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.”

get my hands on him, I’ll make him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne said with

gave Vivienne a once-over.

onto the couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed, “After all

before her with a steady

the cabinet and poured two

out her leg and hooked Percival’s,

me to sit in

and rolled up his sleeves

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

glass fell and shattered, and Vivienne found

of

the hell

and her eyes quickly lost their luster, like a light suddenly

taken aback and only realized the truth when he lifted

It was a robot!

a robot be indistinguishable from a real person, even

that read, [Congratulations, you’ve passed the

scroll in his hand, Percival was

this another

of his resistance to

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

bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still sound

sedative was indeed strong; even

seemed his immunity was

room, leaning against the robot

Finnian relaxed on a sun

like he knew from the start that the

nodded approvingly, pleased with Percival’s

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silent smile, seemingly privy to the

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

his head. “She’s been prepared for this. Better to send it out now