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 a vengeful tone before slipping her arm through Percival’s. “Mr. Wolf, let’s head

Vivienne

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

her with a steady gaze,

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

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

you want me to sit in your lap while

up his sleeves with

was startled, but in the next instant, Percival had flicked her leg aside, and his elbow

shattered, and Vivienne found herself

hint of flirtation, only

the hell are

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

only realized the truth when

It was a robot!

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

that read, [Congratulations, you’ve passed

scroll in his hand, Percival was momentarily

another of Finnian’s

test of his resistance to

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

her bedroom, where the real Vivienne was still

even Vivienne

his immunity was part of this

room, leaning against the robot

a sun lounger while a man applied ointment to his

eye and steady nerves. Looks like he knew from

Percival’s performance in the second

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

bionic robot in a nearby room. “Aren’t

this. Better