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Chapter 154 Raegan's Client Clients’ information was always kept strictly confidential.
This was what made Hector’s appearance all the more surprising to Raegan.
Hector, on the other hand, appeared unfazed.
It was standard for clients to receive the tutor's information beforehand.
Right now, he was impeccably dressed as though he had just finished a video meeting.
Once Raegan recovered from the shock, she stood up and bowed slightly.
"I apologize, Mr. Dixon.
I didn't mean to doze off." "What do you mean? Did you plan to fall asleep?” Hector retorted with a straight face.
His comment left Raegan momentarily speechless.
Seeing her slightly dazed expression, Hector rubbed his eyebrows and explained, "I'm just joking.” Raegan managed an
awkward smile in response.
She wished she could tell Hector to refrain from telling such a joke in the future since it made her feel like she was being
reprimanded by a supervisor.
"Please, take a seat,” Hector offered.
Raegan sat down as instructed.
"Have you gone through Bryce’s profile?" he asked.
Raegan shook her head.
Access to a_ student's information was granted only to selected teachers.
This meant she would only learn about the student, Bryce, if Hector approved of her.
Hector went straight to the point.
"I made a mistake by spoiling Bryce..
He’s temperamental and fond of playing pranks.
You're his ninth teacher this year.
As long as you can manage him, I have no issue with hiring you.” The way Hector spoke of Bryce and the team leader's
hesitation when assigning this task to her painted a clear picture for Raegan of the child's challenging behavior.
After a moment's thought, Raegan asked, "Does he get violent?" Hector raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised by the question, and
replied, "Well, I know for a fact he has never harmed a woman." Raegan breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's all I need to know." "Would you like to meet him?" Hector then turned to the servant and instructed, “Ask Bryce to come
down immediately.” The servant went upstairs but returned shortly, looking uneasy.
"He wants Miss Hayes to come upstairs.” Hector frowned.
"Tell him to come down right now.” The servant left again but returned alone.
"Miss Hayes, please wait here," Hector said, visibly annoyed.
He turned around and prepared to go upstairs, But before he could take a step, Raegan interjected, "May I come with you?” As
the evening wore on, she needed to meet Bryce as soon as possible and then head home.
Upon reaching Bryce's room, they found the door ajar.
Hector knocked and pushed it open, revealing Bryce in a disheveled state.
Your new teacher is here.” Bryce gave Hector a cursory glance and lazily pulled on a red sleeveless T-shirt.
Hector then gestured for Raegan to enter.
The room was a riot of punk aesthetics, with Bryce, sporting blue hair, at its center.
Bryce’s demeanor belied his youth.
He carried an air of arrogance, and his eyes looked like Raegan's.
However, Raegan's eyes looked rather innocent, while Bryce’s eyes projected malice and mischief.
Furthermore, Bryce was around 5.9 feet tall, so he did not look like a kid at all.
Typically, students in their final year of high school were around seventeen or eighteen.
Being a returning student, Bryce was already of adult age.
Raegan offered a smile and introduced herself.
“Hello, my name is Raegan Hayes.
You can call me...” "Raegan, right?” Bryce interrupted with a yawn.
His gaze shifted to Hector, and he sardonically asked, "Are you searching for a teacher or a stepmother for me? This one's less
prettier than the previous ones.
I didn't know you had a taste for this type now.” Bryce’s words were sharp and intended to embarrass Raegan in front of Hector.
"What are you talking about? Say hello to your teacher," Hector reprimanded.
"Fine.
Nice to meet you, Raegan...” Bryce drawled.
Raegan did not mind and respectfully replied, "Nice to meet you, Bryce." Seeing that Raegan looked unfazed, Bryce sneered,
"So, Raegan, did you apply for this job because you're interested in my dad? I'll tell you what, don't bother.
I can give you his schedule.
He's at the bars every Saturday.
You'd have better luck there than trying to handle me.” "Bryce Dixon, that's enough!" Hector said in a dead serious tone.
He seldom showed emotion, but today was an exception.
He was fuming right now.
Bryce, intimidated by his father, took a seat and said nothing more.
Meanwhile, Raegan just silently observed the scene.
With a frown, Hector turned to Raegan and said, "Miss Hayes, let's go downstairs.” "Mr.
Dixon, may I have a word with Bryce alone?” Raegan requested.
After a moment's consideration, Hector nodded.
Once Hector left, Bryce sneered.
"Don't flatter yourself into thinking you can outsmart me.
You should find out how my previous tutors quit.
One even swore never to teach again.” "Why do you reject them anyway?” Raegan calmly asked.
"You're not here to help me.
You're all after my father," Bryce retorted.
"I have no interest in your father.” "I don't believe you.” "I don't care if you believe me or not.
"If you disagree, I'm willing to meet a challenge on your term.
If I succeed, you'll cooperate.” "You're bold, Raegan," Bryce said with a smirk.
He then stood up and approached Raegan with a smile.
"Let's start with a glass of juice.” With that, he grabbed a glass of juice from a servant.
Taking advantage of his height, he tilted his hand and spilled the red juice all over Raegan's coat.
“Oops, my bad," Bryce said with feigned innocence.
"My hand slipped.” Raegan remained calm and composed.
She pulled a piece of tissue to wipe off the juice and said, "It’s fine.
Your father can afford the cleaning.” Before exiting his room, she added, “You have three days to think about it.
If you don't cooperate, I'll ask Mr.
Dixon to make you attend classes.
I don't care if you like me.
My job here is to teach." Infuriated by her words, Bryce stormed out and yelled for his father to hear, "I don't like her.
I don't want her as my teacher!" Bryce’s anger was evident, a far cry from Raegan's composure.
Meanwhile, Hector was taken aback.
This was the first time Bryce had shown such frustration.
Usually, it was the tutors who left the room in tears.
He noticed Raegan's stained overcoat and apologized, "I'm sorry about that.
Bryce is a spoiled kid." "Mr.
Dixon, can I ask you something?" "Sure.
Go ahead.” "What's Bryce's current academic ranking?" "He's about 235th in his school.” Raegan paused and pondered Bryce's
academic potential.
"And how many students are at the school?" "There are exactly two hundred thirty-five students,” Hector replied nonchalantly.
Raegan was momentarily speechless.
Bryce was enrolled at an international school with a strict quota on student admissions each semester.
Bryce’s enrollment was likely because of Hector's generous donation of a building.
Raegan regained her composure and said, "I've reviewed your request.
You want to improve his grades before he studies abroad, right? I’m confident I can raise his scores by fifty percent in three
months.
However..." "However?" Hector urged.
"You'll have to pay me more,” Raegan replied straightforwardly.
"Are you out of your mind?” Bryce shouted from upstairs.
Raegan merely ignored him and maintained a stoic expression.
"Sure, no problem," Hector, amused by her bluntness, replied without hesitation.
He agreed to her terms of 100 grand per week for the lessons with extended class durations.
With that settled, he arranged for a car to take her home.
Given Bryce's weak academic foundation, increasing the study time was essential to achieve the course's objectives.
Upon arriving at Nicole's residence, Raegan exited the car, thanked the driver, and watched him drive away.
As Raegan turned to enter the community, the bright headlights of another vehicle shone on her, causing discomfort to her eyes.
She shielded her eyes with her hand.
Then, as the headlights dimmed, a figure emerged from the vehicle and began approaching her, step by step.