"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. In a stern voice, Hector commanded, “Get dressed. 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."