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

touch gripped Ethan. This time, though she didn't kick him,

out, eyes rolling back,

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

guy really that fragile? Just a few hits and

"Hey, wake

But Ethan remained motionless.

ear, hoping the pain would wake him, yet he still

be seriously ill?" Lydia

couldn't be that unlucky, could she? To have stumbled upon someone seriously ill? Panic set in,

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

you doing, playing zombie?" she

"What are you doing? Are

you,"