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.”

him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before slipping her

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

favorite whiskey from the cabinet and poured two glasses, her

stretched out her leg and hooked Percival’s, her lips glistening in the dim

want me to sit in your lap while

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

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

and Vivienne

hint of flirtation, only threat

the

blinked, and her eyes quickly lost their luster, like a

taken aback and only realized the truth when

It was a robot!

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

that read, [Congratulations, you’ve passed the second trial.

scroll in his hand,

another of

a test of his resistance to

this was Vivienne, whom he naturally desired. If he felt nothing

her bedroom, where the

indeed strong; even Vivienne

seemed his immunity was

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

Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment

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

with Percival’s performance in the second

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his lips in a silent smile, seemingly privy to the previous night’s

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

been prepared for this. Better to send it out now than have her