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.

beat, her face the picture of discomfort. She was about to clarify that she hadn't claimed to be Lysander's

before the words could leave her lips, Zephyr's attention had already

pause, he added, "I 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

and instructed, "Stand

The bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing the door

to Dr. Funke, "You can

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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a surprised glance. When he said 'we',

these three years, Zephyr had never shown her any kindness. Suddenly being looped in with him left

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

was so concerned

long, Dr. Funke's forehead was beaded with sweat from his