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.”

If I get my hands on him, I’ll make him cough up 800 billion!” Vivienne said with a vengeful tone before slipping her arm through Percival’s.

Vivienne

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

before her with a steady gaze, Percival agreed,

and poured two

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

Wolf, do you want me to sit in your lap

up his sleeves with a

her leg aside, and his elbow

fell and shattered, and Vivienne found herself

no hint of flirtation,

who the hell are

quickly lost their luster,

was taken aback and only realized the truth when he lifted the

It was a robot!

from a real person, even mimicking Vivienne’s

a scroll fell that read, [Congratulations, you’ve

the scroll in his hand,

this another of

of his resistance

he felt nothing for Vivienne, that would

carried the faux Vivienne to her bedroom, where the real

strong; even Vivienne had succumbed to

seemed his immunity was

leaning against the robot

Rivenwood, Finnian relaxed on a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to his

Looks like he knew from the start that the Vivienne replica was not the real

Percival’s

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silent smile, seemingly privy to the previous

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

for this. Better to send it out now