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.”

hands on him, I’ll make him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne

Vivienne a once-over.

the couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed,

her with a steady

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

she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival’s, her lips

you want me to sit in your lap while

up his sleeves with a decisive

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

fell and shattered, and Vivienne found

no hint of flirtation, only threat and

who the

lost their luster, like a

taken aback and only realized the

It was a robot!

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

read, [Congratulations, you’ve

the scroll in his hand, Percival was momentarily

another of Finnian’s

test of his resistance to

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

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

was indeed strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

immunity was

room, leaning against the

a mansion somewhere in Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger

eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the

pleased with Percival’s performance

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man curved his lips in a silent smile, seemingly

unfinished bionic robot in a nearby room. “Aren’t you worried about sending this out? What if the

this. Better to