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Chapter 125 Chapter 125: The man stood before Eileen, wrapped minimally in a bath towel tied around his waist, moisture still clinging to his freshly washed hair.

The sight of his immaculate, familiar back sent a chill running through Eileen and momentarily robbed her of breath.

The familiar aroma of pine filled her senses as she looked at the man's back.

Her legs failed her, rendering her motionless.

Suddenly, a youthful voice, likely belonging to a teenager, questioned her presence.

"What are you doing here?" Regaining her composure, Eileen turned to see Milford at the door of the room, brandishing a toy gun. "My apologies for the interruption," Eileen quickly explained, while the man inside paid her no heed.

The man looked remarkably like Bryan. Could Bryan actually be in Wist Land? After composing herself, Eileen said to Milford, "You're the one who directedto the first room on the left on the second floor? This isn't your room at all." Milford spun around and headed up to the third floor, saying, "I didn't tell you that. The mistake was yours for entering the wrong room." When the educational agency had introduced Milford, his reluctant expression had been unmistakable. Given his evident reluctance, Eileen was not surprised he would lie to her, so she didn't say anything and followed him quietly to the third floor.

Your hub for updates: gVlMilford led the way into the first room on the left side of the third floor, with Eileen trailing behind.

Stepping inside, Eileen was immediately struck by the disarray of a bedroom in use: an unmade bed, toys and video gconsoles scattered everywhere, and a pile of tattered books relegated to a corner.

"Stay there; don't cinside," Milford said, settling onto the sofa and casually starting a gon his iPad. Eileen, standing in the doorway, recognized the game's distinct sound—it was unmistakably the one developed by Huey.

As she stood at the doorway, she asked, "Is this your study room?" "It's the one next door," Milford responded, his attention fixed on the game, not bothering to look up.

Eileen moved to the neighboring room, discovering a large study filled with an eclectic mix of literature.

The shelves were crammed with and various books on gaming and sports, none particularly scholarly. The few textbooks in sight were in poor condition, tossed carelessly into the trash bin.

Eileen sighed before returning to Milford's bedroom.

"Do you even plan on continuing your education?" she asked.

"I dropped out a year ago," Milford answered bluntly.

Observing his dyed hair and the earrings that adorned his ears, Eileen realized he was far removed from the norms of traditional education.

"Don't waste your ton futile things," Milford said, his fingers busy tapping the iPad as gcharacters performed actions on the screen. He was utterly engrossed, stating flatly, "I'm not planning on going back to school." The man Eileen had encountered downstairs crossed her mind-surely, he was Milford's father. Though he appeared young, it wasn't uncommon for wealthy individuals to maintain their youthful appearances.

Eileen considered going down to speak with the man, but the awkwardness of their earlier meeting made her hesitant.

Adding to her frustration was the fact that, although he was aware of her presence, he had made no effort to greet her.

"Given that your family has hired a tutor for you, they clearly have expectations for you to continue your education. I've received the payment and the contract, so you'll need to work with me. Next time, I'll bring a third-grade textbook, and we'll start with the basics," Eileen said to Milford.

She then pulled out the carefully prepared study materials from her bag. “These are the key points from the third-grade curriculum. Take stto go through them. I'll return on Wednesday evening to test your understanding." As she offered the materials, Milford's gcharacter met an untimely end.

Because of that, Milford cut Eileen off impatiently. “Just leave them there if you must. I'm not going to read them anyway!" Eileen was accustomed to dealing with difficult students from wealthy families, but Milford's outright defiance was on another level.

"If that's how you feel, I'll take these back. I've already been paid for my services, so whether you choose to benefit from them is up to you. There's no loss to me," Eileen responded, packing up the materials. "With what your parents are paying, the money for a month of tutoring is enough to buy three top-tier gconsoles, and they've paid for three months." Upon hearing that, Milford threw his iPad down and glared at her defiantly. "I'm not studying! So you need to return the money!" "I'm here to provide knowledge, not refunds. I don't return payments," Eileen replied firmly.

With a smile, she collected her things and left.

Though it seemed her visit this thad been in vain, she noted Milford's keen awareness of money.

It was strange for someone of his wealth and stature to be so concerned about expenses.

Eileen walked down to the second floor and paused by the closed door of the room the man had been in, feeling a sense of resignation.

Left with no choice, she exited the building and got into her car. Looking up at a window on the second floor, she thought she saw a shadow. Could that be Milford's father? The situation was so strange.

On her drive home, Eileen asked Denzel about Milford and the circumstances.

Denzel said, "Milford used to be in the sclass as my daughter. His parents died a few years ago. He dropped out last year and now lives with his sister. He's known for causing trouble. It's doubtful how much you can change him, but his family asked specifically for you. I had to oblige." Denzel's tone was a bit guilty.

Eileen clarified quickly, “I'm just trying to learn more about him. I truly appreciate you connectingwith this opportunity, Mr. Vance." "I can't provide much more information. Perhaps you could speak with his sister's friend who's looking after him. My daughter said Milford used to be quite a good student. It's unfortunate how things have turned out." Denzel then shared a contact number with Eileen via WhatsApp.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Vance," Eileen said as she saved the new contact.

She ended the call and made her way back home.

It turned out the young man she had seen on the second floor was not Milford's father but rather a friend of Milford's sister.

Milford was resistant to the tutoring sessions, and Eileen realized she might need to seek help from someone who could influence Milford.

She contemplated the best approach to discuss this over the phone.

Before she could decide on her next steps, she was already pulling into her driveway. Phoebe and Bailee looked surprised to see her hso early.

"Isn't your session supposed to end at nine?" While changing her shoes, Eileen responded, "It didn't work out. Milford wasn't cooperative, and his parents are absent. I need to figure out another way to reach out to his guardian." "Have you had dinner yet?" Bailee asked, moving toward the kitchen.

Eileen quickly said, "I've eaten already. No need to make anything for me. I'm going to try telling Milford's current guardian now." She then left her bag by the door and headed to the study.

Phoebe, sitting on the sofa, managed a smile, but her expression showed a hint of displeasure. "This is starting to drag a little." In the study, Eileen dialed the number, and the call was answered almost immediately.

"Hello, are you the current guardian of Milford?" she asked.

On the other end, Raymond was caught off guard. He looked at Bryan through the window, feeling uneasy. “Sort of. How can I assist you?" "I need to talk about Milford's study," Eileen stated. "Is this a good tfor you to speak?" Raymond switched his phone to speaker and exchanged looks with Bryan.

Bryan gave him a sharp glance, one that was enough to leave him feeling intimidated.

After a moment, Raymond, understanding Bryan's silent message, said, "Well, Milford is the younger brother of my boss's friend, and I'm just an assistant." Since Bryan remained silent, Raymond didn't dare to say anything more specific. "Alright. Then could you perhaps have your boss cto the phone?" Eileen said.

She realized that Denzel had provided her with the assistant's contactm leaving her unable to directly reach the man she had seen on the second floor. Thinking of that man, her face turned red. But she quickly composed herself.

Meanwhile, Raymond kept his eyes firmly on Bryan, wary of missing any slight cue.

Still, he was puzzled by Bryan's intentions.

Finding himself in a bind, Raymond looked for a way to buy stime.

"Ms. Curtis, I'm currently not on duty, so it's not possible for my boss to cto the phone right now. How e about! arrange a meeting for you to discuss Milford's tutoring directly with my boss? It would be easier than trying to sort this out by phone." "Milford's next tutoring session is on this Wednesday evening. Maybe we can have a chat then," Eileen proposed.

"We have a dinner meeting scheduled for that night," Raymond quickly responded.

"What about Friday?" Eileen asked.

"We don't have ton Friday, either," Raymond said.

Upon hearing that, Eileen frowned.

Raymond proposed an alternative. “Let's do this: I'll let you know when my boss is free for you and him to have a chat, alright?" Eileen inhaled deeply and responded, "Alright, thanks." Once the call ended, she rubbed her temples in frustration.

Milford's trip to the education agency and the subsequent payment transaction had taken merely thirty minutes, proceeding without a hitch.

However, progress now seemed to stall.

A nagging suspicion that something was wrong haunted her.

Adding to her discomfort, she hadn't heard from Raymond until Wednesday.

As the evening neared and the tfor her session with Milford approached, Eileen decided to call Raymond.

She called twice before Raymond finally answered, his voice echoing the din of a lunch.

"Ms. Curtis, my boss is tied up in a partnership talk, and now is not a good time," Raymond stated plainly.

But Eileen wouldn't be swayed. "Which restaurant are you at? I'll go there and wait. Just a few minutes after your meeting is all I ask." She figured that if Milford had been cooperative enough to attend the education agency, there must be a way to work things out.

Thus, their conversation would be brief. She only wanted Milford'sm adherence to her tutoring schedule.

Confident in her abilities, she believed she could handle the next steps. Raymond glanced at Bryan, then covered the phone's speaker and whispered Eileen's words to him.

"Fine," Bryan replied after checking his watch. “Tell her she can come."