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.

picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that she hadn't claimed to be Lysander's

her lips, Zephyr's attention had already

said, and after a pause, he added, "I have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting the

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

exiting the room and closing the

of privacy, Zephyr said to Dr. Funke, "You can

to speak when Zephyr, anticipating his words, interjected, "We'll just be here to assist you. After all, we are the ones who know Lysander's condition best. If you need anything, we're here

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

never shown her any kindness. Suddenly being looped in with him left Thalassa

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

concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke that she was afraid to even breathe

was beaded with sweat