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.

skipped a beat, her face the picture of

attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke.

a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any

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

exiting the room and closing the

privacy, Zephyr said to Dr. Funke,

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

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

glance. When he said 'we', was he

shown her any kindness.

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

concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke that she was

Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat from his intense