The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Just as they were talking, the bodyguard ushered Dr. Funke into the room.

Dr. Funke was still in his lab coat, having been hauled over before he could even change. Yet, instead of showing any signs of resentment for being dragged in, he wore a mocking smile as he walked into the

room.

"Master," Lydia called out nervously, holding a set of acupuncture needles in her hands.

Seeing Dr. Funke, Thalassa greeted him with a guilty and apologetic tone, "Dr. Funke."

"I see the placement on the head isn't bad, but what about the leg here? Why are we missing a needle?" Dr. Funke approached Lysander, inspecting the needles placed in him, and began giving Lydia an impromptu lesson.

Embarrassed, Lydia admitted, "I misplaced one."

"The most crucial needle in the leg and you misplaced it? You've never made such a rookie mistake during practice. What, not used to working on a real person?" Dr. Funke quizzed.

David was taken aback. What was Dr. Funke saying?

His apprentice was using their esteemed Lysander for practice?

Sinclair, treated as a test subject? Could Mr.

David feared for

a test

but glance at Lysander, noticing his face darken like an ink

good luck

subject sent chills down Lydia's spine. She glanced at Lysander worriedly and quickly replied, "Master, I would've been accurate if not for his

C

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

Lydia indicated David.

not recognizing your esteemed name or your apprentice. It was foolish

in a lab. Humans can move at any time, whereas mannequins do not.

the needle into a point on

the needle penetrated, Lysander couldn't help but let out a muffled groan

in alarm, her heart leaping into