The Tutor's Seduction novel Chapter 9

Ariella figured out why the receptionist was so excited within a minute. When she pushed open the door to the reception room and saw Maggie looking at her with a mix of shock and unease, she knew something was off. She quickly glanced at the person sitting in front of Maggie, whose neck and back of the head were partially blocked by the sofa.

But that was enough for Ariella to recognize who it was.

As she walked around the sofa, Ariella looked at the man in a white shirt and black pants, smiling and nodding politely, "Mr. Carter."

Everett didn't even bat an eyelid, his handsome face expressionless, and he didn't respond.

Maggie spoke up, "Ms. Flores, next time you sign a contract with a client, you should report it to the company immediately...” As she spoke, she sneakily gauged Everett's expression. Although he was silent, she felt inexplicably nervous and added, "So that the client doesn't have to wait like now."

Ariella replied, "I thought only signing a formal contract required reporting in advance, do trial contracts also need to be reported?"

Maggie was already annoyed that Ariella had landed Everett as a big client but didn't show off about it. She had just tried to make Ariella look bad, but Ariella dared to fight back.

Choking on her words, Maggie paused and said without changing her expression, "Can Mr. Carter be compared to ordinary clients? Even if it's a trial contract, we have to provide the most attentive service."

With that, she looked back at Everett, her face changing to a friendly one, and asked, "Mr. Carter, you don't drink tea, would you like me to change it to coffee or juice?"

Everett glanced at his phone and replied indifferently, "I don't want anything."

Maggie, still trying to win him over, continued, "I'll have someone prepare some fruit and snacks for you."

She signaled Ariella to go, even though there were people specifically assigned to do these tasks. Ariella didn't mind being picked on, but just as she was about to move, Everett suddenly said, "I came here to find a tutor, not a maid."

At these words, Maggie's face was comically awkward. She couldn't keep smiling, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry either. She was used to dealing with elites from various industries and had seen people who were rude, but never as rude as this.

The atmosphere was tense, and Ariella didn't try to smooth things over. Pizarro and Elise both knew she was only easy-going on the surface. She could tolerate Maggie's provocations, but now that someone was teaching Maggie a lesson on her behalf, she couldn't help but secretly enjoy it.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Maggie's face flushed, she forced out a laugh, "Haha, Mr. Carter, you have a great sense of humor."

Everett raised an eyebrow, staring unblinkingly at Maggie. She suddenly felt trapped by an invisible force and couldn't move, her smile gradually becoming stiff.

Just when Ariella thought Everett was just looking, he seriously asked Maggie in front of a third person, "You can't even tell the difference between seriousness and joking?"

Although the atmosphere was suffocating, Ariella didn't know why, but she really wanted to laugh. She lowered her head and tried to hold back.

Maggie didn't dare to look into Everett's eyes, nor did she dare to find a way to ease the embarrassement. As she was at her wit's end, someone knocked on the door and brought the prepared contract.