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 piercing intensity of Zephyr's stare, Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that she

Zephyr's attention had already shifted back

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

cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand guard outside the door. Don't let anyone come in and disturb

nodded, exiting the room and closing the door behind

to Dr. Funke, "You

here to assist you. After all, we are the ones

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

he said

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

out his set of silver needles and expertly found Lysander's acupuncture points.

her breathing slowed. She was so concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke that

forehead was beaded with sweat from his intense