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.

the picture of discomfort.

Zephyr's attention had already shifted back

silence while I'm

Zephyr said cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard outside the door. Don't let

bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing

privacy, Zephyr said to Dr. Funke, "You can begin. No one will disturb

words, interjected, "We'll just be here to assist you. After all, we are the ones who know Lysander's condition best.

NOW PLAY YOUR

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

Zephyr had never shown her any kindness.

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

her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about disturbing

Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat from