The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Behind Zephyr trailed a cadre of burly bodyguards, cloaked in black, sending a shiver of intimidation through Thalassa's heart. "Thalassa, who gave you permission to bring some quack doctor to treat Lysander?" Zephyr thundered, his voice heavy with fury. His gaze was stern, shooting daggers at Dr. Funke.

Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, worried that Dr. Funke would take offense and refuse to treat Lysander. But to her relief, Dr. Funke remained stoic, seriously examining Lysander's pulse, seemingly unaffected by Zephyr's imposing presence.

Thalassa quickly stepped forward, blocking Zephyr's path to prevent him from getting close to Dr. Funke, her words tumbling out in a frantic plea, "Zephyr, Dr. Funke isn't some quack doctor. He's a renowned doctor with a holistic approach. He's brought countless patients out of comas. I thought that if Dr. Funke treated Lysander, he might wake up soon..."

Zephyr's piercing gaze turned icy as he retorted, "Are you saying the doctors the Sinclair family has consulted are inferior to this man you've brought? This Dr. Funke, this so-called renowned doctor, is nothing but a half-baked medic! What can he possibly cure? Step aside. No one makes decisions about Lysander's care without my consent," Zephyr demanded unequivocally.

After his command, he signaled to one of the bodyguards, who promptly stepped forward and pulled Thalassa away.

Outnumbered, Thalassa tried to stand her ground, to protect Dr. Funke from any disruption, but she was no match for the towering bodyguard and was forcibly separated.

Dr. Funke, ready to physically remove

addressed Zephyr with calm authority, "The problem is simple: the stagnated

it do? Without a treatment, it's all empty talk!" Zephyr scoffed

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some recognition in the medical community, his eccentric nature and capricious

be turned away. To Zephyr, such behavior was a charlatan's theatrics, lacking any substantial