The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"What did you just say? You're giving me money?" Lydia burst out laughing as if she'd just heard the funniest joke ever.

At first, she was just angry, but now it was a mix of anger and hilarity.

This guy must have come here just to insult her!

With a chuckle, Lydia grabbed his arm, hoisted him up, and with a swift move reminiscent of a wrestling throw, slammed him onto the ground. "Ouch!" Ethan, a grown man, was yanked up by Lydia and thrown down, sprawling awkwardly on the floor.

He lay there groaning as if he was about to fall apart, every bone in his body crying out in agony.

"How much do you reckon your hospital bill's gonna be?" Lydia stood over Ethan, looking down at him with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

Ethan, writhing in pain, couldn't muster a single word.

Lydia nudged him with her foot, "Hey, get up."

Ethan gasped in pain. Just when he thought his body couldn't hurt any more, this woman gave him another nudge, making him fear his bones were cracking. He had come to see if Lydia was as fierce as the legends said, and boy, did she exceed those tales.

He truly regretted coming here now.

quit playing dead. Get up," Lydia nudged

This time, though she didn't kick him, just

out, eyes rolling back, the whole nine

realized something was off, quickly crouching down to check his breathing. Thankfully, he was still

really that fragile? Just a

face lightly, "Hey, wake up. Don't play dead on

But Ethan remained motionless.

ear, hoping the pain would wake him, yet he still didn't

he actually be seriously ill?" Lydia

always visible, and a hit or shock could trigger a condition. She couldn't be that unlucky, could she? To have stumbled upon someone seriously ill? Panic set

the needle pierced his skin, Ethan sat up like a jack-in-the-box, causing Lydia to step back in shock, needle still in hand.

are you doing, playing

"What are you doing? Are you trying to

saving you,"