The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Okay, I'll take your word for it this time. If you cure him, the Sinclair family is willing to shell out two billion for your house call fee. Plus, we'll sing your praises in every major media outlet, hailing you as a miracle worker!"

Zephyr laid out his offer.

Over these past three years, he had consulted no fewer than ten doctors and spent a small fortune, yet none of them could bring Lysander out of his slumber.

If Dr. Funke could actually wake Lysander up, no amount of money would be too much.

The prospect of two billion would send any sane person over the moon, but Dr. Funke's next words left Zephyr gobsmacked.

"The patient's wife has already compensated me, and once I accept a favor, I do not double-dip," Dr. Funke stated.

The patient's wife? Was he referring to Thalassa?

Zephyr's murky gaze, sharp and hawk-like, swiveled towards Thalassa.

heart skipped a beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that

attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke. "When can

he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting

turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard outside

The bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing the door behind them

said to Dr. Funke, "You can begin.

you. After all,

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

a surprised glance. When he said 'we', was he including her

these three years, Zephyr had never shown her any kindness. Suddenly being looped

expertly found Lysander's acupuncture points. His movements were swift, precise, and unforgiving as he inserted

to the side, watching anxiously, her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about

Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat