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

could leave her lips, Zephyr's attention had already shifted back to

complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can throw off my precision, and being off even by

instructed, "Stand guard outside the door. Don't let

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

to Dr. Funke, "You can begin. No one

Funke was about 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

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Zephyr a surprised glance. When he

shown her any kindness. Suddenly being looped

found Lysander's acupuncture points. His movements

side, watching anxiously, her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke that she was afraid

long, Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded