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.

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

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

I need complete silence while I'm inserting the acupuncture needles. Any

Zephyr said cooperatively. He turned to his bodyguards and instructed, "Stand

bodyguards nodded, exiting the room and closing the door

of privacy, Zephyr said to Dr. Funke, "You

assist you.

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

surprised glance. When he said 'we', was he including her in

three years, Zephyr had never shown her any kindness. Suddenly

anything more. He pulled out his set of silver needles and expertly found Lysander's acupuncture points. His movements were swift, precise, and unforgiving as he inserted the

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

forehead was beaded with sweat from his