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.

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

attention had already shifted back to Dr. Funke. "When can we

Funke said, and after a 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,

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

the room and closing

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

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

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

When he said 'we',

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

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

slowed. She was so concerned about disturbing Dr. Funke that she was

Funke's forehead was beaded