How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

With such a high salary, if this young master dared to sabotage her work, what else could he be but an enemy?

Claude had never seen such a bold tutor before.

He said angrily, "What is this supposed to be? If you're so capable, go ahead and hit me!"

Previous tutors had been driven to the brink of violence by him, and all were subsequently dismissed.

Morwenna, serious as ever, said, "As a teacher, it's not my place to physically discipline you, understand?"

Claude was silent.

Without giving him more time to respond, Morwenna continued, "I'll ask you again, which option do you choose?" Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"C, I guess." Claude responded subconsciously.

"Wrong! The correct answer is B, because the yield on Bond A is $3 per $100. Bond B's rate, after calculation, gives us a total payback of approximately $105.68 per $100, which makes the profit $5.68, Bond C's rate leads to a total payback of about $103.09 per $100, with a profit of $3.09."

Morwenna then drew a little turtle on Claude’s face.

"Next question, in a race between two runners, Alpha and Beta, the relationship between distance S and time t is shown in the graph. Which of the following statements is correct? A: Alpha started before Beta. B: Beta ran a longer distance than Alpha. C: Alpha and Beta ran at the same speed. D: Alpha reached the finish line first. Which one?"

As soon as Morwenna finished stating the question, Claude promptly said, "D, it's definitely D!"

Morwenna smiled, pleased, and said, "Very good, that's correct. Let's continue."

From then on, Claude dared not disregard her instructions.

He almost never went out as he disliked the way people looked at him.

He had never attended formal schooling, having self-taught his elementary and middle school knowledge, only starting to hire tutors in high school, though he never liked any of them either.

After all, with his attitude, what did it matter whether he studied or not?

But now, it seemed he had no choice but to pay attention.

As Morwenna calmly continued to explain, Claude finally stopped glaring at her, his light grey eyes now fixed on the textbook on the table.

Two hours quickly passed.

Under the absolute enforcement of Morwenna's authority, no temper tantrums could surface.

When the tutoring session ended, Morwenna stood up, satisfied, "Not bad, you were very attentive today. We'll meet again next time. Oh, I've taken your knife. Minors shouldn’t play with knives."

Claude didn't say a word, his beautiful pale eyes just watching Morwenna.

She didn't mind his silence. It was time to calculate her wages for the day.

Considering how successful this trial lesson had been, she was likely to secure a long-term contract.

Morwenna cheerfully turned and walked out, carefully closing the door behind her.

Just outside, she saw the butler watching from a distance.

With her smile fading, she straightened her face.

The butler, puzzled by the smooth proceedings, asked, "Did your tutoring session go well?"

Maintaining her stern demeanor, Morwenna replied, "It went very well. But next time you hire a tutor, please tell them what the student's real deal is in advance. It’s basic professional courtesy. Can I sign the long-term contract now?"

The butler stiffened his polite expression slightly, "Please wait a moment, Ms. Winslet."

He hurried to Claude's room and knocked, "May I ask if you need anything?"

A calm voice from inside responded, "No."

Inside, the butler was shocked. The young master hadn’t thrown a temper tantrum nor demanded to dismiss the tutor. He even sounded rather pleased.