The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1402
“Thalassa, I heard that Dr. Funke is hosting a seminar at the Starhaven International Hotel this afternoon. Let’s camp out at the
conference room doors. We’re bound to catch him there,” Hertha Kensington said as she packed her bag and phoned Thalassa.
She was in a rush, needing to corner Dr. Funke for Thalassa.
Dr. Funke was a renown figure in integrative medicine, known for his elusive nature. Unless he disclosed his whereabouts
himself, he was nowhere to find.
He’d dropped off the radar for three years, with no one knowing his location. However, whispers of his presence spread in the
city recently.
Hertha had gotten wind of this through Spencer.
Rumor had it Dr. Funke had a knack for reviving coma patients, combining traditional acupuncture with modern pharmacology to
work miracles.
Given Dr. Funke’s esteemed reputation, Hertha had urged Thalassa to seek him out for Lysander’s treatment.
But geniuses come with their quirks, and getting Dr. Funke to commit was another story.
Whether they could persuade the doctor was up to Thalassa.
“Alright, I’m on my way. Let’s meet at the Starhaven International Hotel,” Thalassa replied, her Bluetooth headset in place as she
drove and talked to Hertha.
“Take it easy on the road. Lysander’s counting on you. We can’t have anything happen to you,” Hertha cautioned.
“I know.” Thalassa said, ending the call with a tap on her headset.
Twenty minutes later, Thalassa and Hertha met at the entrance of the Starhaven International Hotel.
Hertha had slimmed down over the past three years, yet she was more stunning than ever. Her hair, now in waves, shone with a
seaweed blue hue. Her outfit was a white, figure–hugging tee paired with a chic pencil skirt, the epitome of style and beauty.
She had shed her youthful chubbiness, emerging with a refined femininity.

“You’ve upped your game since becoming a mom,” Thalassa teased, appraising her friend’s look. “Motherhood really does bring
out the vanity in a woman.”
“Shh, keep it down, that’s our little secret,” Hertha whispered, pulling Thalassa close and gesturing for silence, her eyes darting
around to ensure no one overheard their conversation.
“Don’t you know my situation? It’s one thing to whisper sweet nothings in private, but out here? Walls have ears, Hertha said in a
hushed tone, relieved to find no others around.
Thalassa chuckled at her friend’s cautiousness, “Got it. Let’s get moving, Dr. Funke’s seminar is about to end now.”
Taking Hertha by the hand, Thalassa led the way to the elevator.
The conference was on the twentieth floor.
As the elevator doors slid open at their destination, Thalassa and Hertha stepped out to find a crowd exiting the conference
room. A sea of professionals in tailored suits, oozing with scholarly charm, headed their way.
The seminar had concluded!
Thalassa quickly guided Hertha out of the elevator, searching for Dr. Funke.
But each face was unfamiliar, not a single one known to them!
Hertha tugged at Thalassa’s hand and whispered, “I’ve never seen Dr. Funke before. Do you have a photo of him?” Thalassa
gasped, “You were in charge of the research on Dr. Funke. I didn’t get involved. How would I have his photo?” With a pang of
panic, Hertha lamented, “Oh no, I forgot to check his picture.”