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The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 556

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."

"That old fox. 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. "Mr. Wolf, let's head back."

Percival gave Vivienne a once-over. "Sure."

Back inside, Vivienne flopped onto the couch, half-sinking into it, and sighed, "After all that, I can't sleep. Mr. Wolf, let's have a drink."

Standing before her with a steady gaze, Percival agreed, "Alright."

Vivienne picked Percival's favorite whiskey from the cabinet and poured two glasses, her eyes shimmering as she looked at him.

Holding out a glass, she stretched out her leg and hooked Percival's, her lips glistening in the dim light, enticing beyond words.

"Mr. Wolf, do you want me to sit in your lap while we drink?"

Percival loosened his tie, revealing an attractive Adam's apple, and rolled up his sleeves with a decisive motion. "Or maybe, drink lying down?"

Vivienne was startled, but in the next instant, Percival had flicked her leg aside, and his elbow came down hard on her shoulder.

The glass fell and shattered, and Vivienne found herself pinned under Percival.

There was no hint of flirtation, only threat and vigilance.

"Talk, who the hell are you?"

‘Vivienne’ blinked, and her eyes quickly lost their luster, like a light suddenly snuffed out.

Percival was taken aback and only realized the truth when he lifted the person beneath him.

It was a robot!

Percival was astounded. How could a robot be indistinguishable from a real person, even mimicking Vivienne's tone of voice?

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