The custor information was absolutely confidential.
That was why Yvette was so surprised when she saw Marcus.
Marcus was not surprised when he saw her. After all, the teacher’s information had to be checked by the custor in advance.
He was dressed smartly as if he had just had a video conference.
After Yvette recovered from her shock, she felt she was being rude. She hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly.
"Mr. Wolseley, I’m sorry. I didn’t an to fall asleep."
Marcus said unhurriedly, "So you want to?"
Yvette was rendered speechless by his words, unable to speak.
Marcus saw her startled expression and pinched his eyebrows. He explained, "I was just joking."
Yvette twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled awkwardly.
She really wanted to remind him not to joke around anymore. It sounded like a leader reprimanding his subordinate.
Marcus said, "Sit down."
Yvette sat down as instructed.
Marcus asked again, "Have you read Joseph’s information?"
Yvette shook her head. The student’s information could only be read by the selected teachers. That was to say, only when Marcus was satisfied with her would she be able to get the student’s information.
Marcus did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "Joseph has been spoiled by . He has a bad temper and loves to ss with people. This year, you are the ninth teacher. I have no objections to you, but the premise is that you can ta him."
He used the word "ta", and coupled with the hesitation of the team leader before she ca, Yvette could already imagine that Joseph was a troubleso child.
Yvette thought for a mont and asked, "Did he hit soone?"
Marcus raised his eyebrows and seed to be a little surprised by her question. "He doesn’t hit won."
"That’s fine." Yvette let out a sigh.
Marcus spoke in a clear voice, "You can et first."
He turned around and instructed the servant, "Let Joseph co down."
The servant went up the stairs and soon ca down again. He said timidly, "Mr. Wolseley wants the teacher to go up."
"Tell him to co down right now." Marcus frowned.
The servant went to send a ssage again, but he still returned alone.
"Ms. Thiel, please wait a mont," Marcus said with a darkened face.
As he spoke, he stood up as if she wanted to go upstairs.
Yvette knew what he was gonna do and said, "I’ll go with you."
It was getting late, and she had to go ho after seeing Joseph.
When they went upstairs, the door was not closed. Marcus knocked on the door and then pushed it open.
Seeing Joseph look disheveled, Marcus said in a low voice, "Put on your clothes and see the teacher."
Joseph saw that it was Marcus and slowly got up. He then put on a red sleeveless T-shirt, revealing two arms.
Then, Marcus nodded at Yvette. Yvette walked in sideways. The room was punk-style, and she could see the blue-haired child in the middle at a glance.
Joseph didn’t look like a child though. He looked particularly flamboyant, and he had charming slanted eyes, similar to Yvette’s eyes.
However, Yvette’s eyes looked cuter. Joseph’s eyes, however, were sharp and ruthless. He was not easy to deal with.
Joseph was about 6 feet tall. He did not look like a child at all.
Most of the senior students were around 17 or 18 years old. Joseph repeated a grade, so he was already an adult.
Yvette nodded at him and smiled, "Hello, I’m Yvette Thiel. You can call ..."
"Yvette, right?" Joseph said and yawned. He glanced at Marcus and said disdainfully, "Are you looking for a teacher or a mother for ? She is a bit small-breasted compared to previous ones. Have you changed your taste?"
He wanted to humiliate Yvette.
Marcus scolded in a deep voice, "What are you talking about? She’s Ms. Thiel."
"Oh, Ms. Thiel."
Joseph drawled lazily. He didn’t show any respect and tried to tease her.
Yvette didn’t mind and replied, "Joseph, hi."
Joseph saw that Yvette was very calm. She was neither anxious nor humble, making him angry.
He sneered, "Ms. Thiel must have taken a fancy to my father when you ca to apply for the job, right? Don’t waste your ti. I’ll send a copy of his schedule to you imdiately. He will go to the sa bar every Saturday to drink. It will be easier for you to get him when you go there. You don’t wanna ss with ."
"Joseph!"
Marcus’s tone was a little serious. He rarely showed his expression, but now he was really angry.
Joseph was still a little afraid of Marcus. He sat down and stopped talking.
Yvette stood quietly at the side.
Marcus frowned. He looked at Yvette and said, "Let’s go down first."
"Mr. Wolseley, can I stay alone with Joseph for a while?" Yvette asked.
Marcus looked at her and nodded.
After he left, Joseph showed an expression of disgust. "Don’t think that it is easy to earn money. You’d better ask why the eight teachers quit their jobs. There is one that she wouldn’t dare to be a teacher anymore."
Yvette asked calmly, "Why do you reject teachers?"
Joseph scoffed, "How many of you are real teachers? Six of the eight teachers before ca to seduce my dad."
"I’m not interested in your dad," Yvette said straightforwardly.
"Who would believe it?" Joseph said perfunctorily.
"I don’t care if you believe it or not. I only want to tell you that I will definitely earn the money."
Yvette had a calm expression. "If you don’t want to be annoyed by , you can think about what you want to do to make teach you. I can promise you a challenge."
Joseph smiled lazily, "Ms. Thiel, you’re pretty aweso."
He suddenly stood up and looked down at Yvette. "I’ll treat you to so fruit juice," he smiled.
Then, he handed over the fruit juice that Mary brought over. Then his hand tilted and the red fruit juice all fell on Yvette’s beige coat.
"I’m so sorry," Joseph said innocently. "My hand suddenly hurt."
Yvette was not embarrassed at all. She calmly wiped it and said, "It’s okay. Anyway, your family is rich and your dad will reimburse ."
Before she left, she said, "I will only give you three days to think about it. After that, I will propose to Mr. Wolseley to tie you up for class. It is up to you whether you want to learn or not. I am only responsible for imparting knowledge."
Joseph’s anger was stirred up by her. He rushed out directly and shouted at the people below, "I don’t want her. I don’t want her to be my teacher."
Compared to Yvette’s calmness, Joseph’s exasperation was shown all over his face.
Marcus was rather surprised. This was the first ti that Joseph had been defeated. In the past, it had always been the teacher who ca down, crying.
He looked at Yvette’s coat which was stained with juice. "Sorry, Joseph has been spoiled by ."
"Mr. Wolseley, I have a question for you."
"You ask."
"What’s Joseph’s current rank?"
"235th."
Yvette calculated and felt that it was not bad. He might have studied so before.
"How many people are there in the school?" she asked.
Marcus said lightly, "235."
Yvette was lost for words.
Joseph was in an international school. The number of people recruited every sester was limited. If Marcus had not donated a building, the school would not have let Joseph in at all.
Yvette signed and said, "Your request is to let him adapt to his future life and studies overseas. I can do this. I can improve his grade by 50 percent in three months. However..."
"What?" Marcus raised his eyebrows.
Yvette was straightforward. "You need to pay more."
It was quiet, and Joseph cursed upstairs, "You greedy and cheeky woman."
Yvette was expressionless. Marcus was amused by her straightforwardness. "No problem."
Marcus arranged a car and sent Yvette back. They agreed that the paynt for the lesson would be changed to 16 thousand dollars a week, and the length of ti would also increase accordingly.
Joseph’s foundation was too weak. If the learning ti did not increase, it would not be able to work at all.
Yvette arrived at Ellen’s residence.
Yvette got out of the car and nodded to the driver to thank him. She watched the car leave.
When the car was far away, Yvette turned around and walked into the neighborhood.
Before she took two steps, the remote light suddenly lit up, making Yvette’s eyes hurt.
She covered her eyes and the light went out. A person got out of the car and walked toward her step by step.
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