Raegan regarded him with a serene gaze.

“Isn't it more sensible that you're the harasser?"

Bryce found himself at a loss for words, seething with indignation.

What was the implication of that look she gave him? Surely his attractiveness wasn't in question?

He considered himself the pinnacle of handsomeness. Did her derisive gaze suggest otherwise?

“Explain yourself. Am I not attractive?" he demanded, his ego bruised.

His numerous admirers at school had never questioned his looks.

Raegan maintained her composure.

"Feel free to have your father scrutinize my background. Rest assured, I'm not interested in a child."

She had come prepared, knowing full well the fate of his previous tutors.

Raegan was determined to not only defend herself but to anticipate Bryce's maneuvers.

In essence, she was resolved to deny Bryce any opportunity to make her lose this job.

Bryce, infuriated, retorted, "Who are you calling a child? Do you dare to..."

As Raegan turned away, her indifferent expression seemed to echo, "Is it not you who is harassing me?"

Bryce, dumbfounded, met an opponent he couldn't best for the first time.

"You!" he stuttered. Finally, he managed to blurt out, "You're shameless."

Raegan gave him a brief look.

"Care to elaborate?"

In other words, she was questioning who the shameless one truly was.

Bryce felt utterly outwitted. How could she assert such moral high ground?