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 10@ 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.

When Raegan saw who was standing in front of her, her expression changed abruptly. She chose to act like she hadn't noticed Mitchel and headed upstairs.

Mitchel blocked her path, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, unmoving as if he were a statue.

“Who sent you back just now?" Mitchel asked with a gloomy expression.

“That's none of your business," Raegan responded coldly.

Sensing her anger, Mitchel decided to change the subject, asking, “Why did you move out?"

Raegan was momentarily at a loss for words when she heard his question. However, she decided to sidestep him in an attempt to head upstairs.

But then, Mitchel grabbed her wrist, his tone unfriendly as he said, "We need to talk."

His touch reminded Raegan of the memories of the previous night, making her stiffen.