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. I'm here to be your tutor,"

Raegan stated firmly.

“If you disagree, I'm willing to meet a challenge on your term. If I succeed, you'll cooperate."