Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 154 I Will Definitely Earn It!

The customer 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 customer 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 mean 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 me. He has a bad temper and loves to mess with people. This year, you are the ninth teacher. I have no objections to you, but the premise is that you can tame him.”

He used the word “tame”, and coupled with the hesitation of the team leader before she came, Yvette could already imagine that Joseph was a troublesome child.

Yvette thought for a moment and asked, “Did he hit someone?”

Marcus raised his eyebrows and seemed to be a little surprised by her question. “He doesn’t hit women.”

“That’s fine.” Yvette let out a sigh.

Marcus spoke in a clear voice, “You can meet first.”

He turned around and instructed the servant, “Let Joseph come down.”

The servant went up the stairs and soon came down again. He said timidly, “Mr. Wolseley wants the teacher

Get Botus

to go up.”

“Tell him to come down right now.” Marcus frowned.

The servant went to send a message again, but he still returned alone.

“Ms. Thiel, please wait a moment,” Marcus said with a darkened face.

up as if she wanted to

do and said, “I’ll go with

had to go home after seeing

was not closed. Marcus knocked on the door and then pushed it

a low voice, “Put on your clothes and see

it was Marcus and slowly got up. He then put on a red sleeveless T-shirt, revealing

arms.

Yvette. Yvette walked in sideways. The room was punk-style, and she

the middle at

didn’t look like a child though. He looked particularly flamboyant, and he

similar to Yvette’s eyes.

Yvette’s eyes looked cuter. Joseph’s eyes, however, were sharp and ruthless. He was

deal with.

did not look like a child

17 or 18 years old. Joseph repeated a grade, so he was already

adult.

smiled, “Hello, I’m Yvette Thiel. You can

said and yawned. He glanced at

bit small-breasted compared to previous

taste?”

to

voice, “What are

“Oh, Ms. Thiel.”

He didn’t show any respect and tried to

mind and replied, “Joseph,

She was neither anxious nor

must have taken a fancy to my father when you came to apply for the job,

will go to the same bar every Saturday to drink. It will be easier for you

“Joseph!”

He rarely showed his expression, but now

of Marcus. He sat down and

stood quietly

at Yvette and

stay alone with Joseph for a

looked at her

disgust. “Don’t think

is one that she wouldn’t dare to be a

“Why do

are real teachers? Six of the eight teachers before

dad.”

in your dad,” Yvette

would believe it?”

care if you believe it or not. I only want to tell you that I will definitely earn the

to be annoyed by me, you can think about what you want

do to make me teach you. I can promise

smiled lazily, “Ms. Thiel, you’re pretty

stood up and looked down at Yvette. “I’ll treat

over the fruit juice that Mary brought over. Then

on Yvette’s beige coat.

Joseph said innocently. “My