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.

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 hadn't claimed to be

could leave her lips, Zephyr's attention had already

have a custom when I practice. I need complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any noise can throw off my precision, and being off even by a millimeter can affect the

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the room and closing the door behind them to stand

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

when Zephyr, anticipating his words, interjected, "We'll just be here to assist you. After all, we are

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

these three years, Zephyr had never shown her any

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

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

Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat