Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1240

Brian's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with something almost sinister. "No matter what, I won't let Nyla inherit the Nixons."

Emerald better be using Nyla as a mere pawn. If he found out she was seriously considering making Nyla the successor, he wouldn't hesitate to take action—even if it meant turning against his own mother.

Delia failed to notice the change in Brian's demeanor and nodded vigorously. "I'm with you. There's no way we can let Nyla take over!"

She had never hated anyone as much as she hated Nyla. Just thinking about the way men—especially the one man she had secretly admired for years—had looked at Nyla at last night's banquet made her seethe with jealousy. She wished Nyla would just disappear.

Brian smirked. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear. From now on, she's our common enemy, and we need to work together against her."

Delia huffed. "Agreed."

Brian, seeing no real plan forming in Delia's mind, inwardly sneered—idiot.

Outwardly, he simply said, "I heard Mom hired a private tutor to teach her how to run a business. She never did that for you, did she?"

Delia's expression darkened further, her jealousy flaring. "Mom is so biased!"

"Exactly. So, you need to sabotage her lessons. If she actually learns how to manage the company, Kajer Tech will truly be hers," Brian instigated.

He had initially believed Emerald was only using Nyla as a shield. But after handing over Kajer Tech, doubt crept into his mind.

What if she really did intend to make her the successor?

Maybe everything she'd told him before—about using Nyla as a placeholder—had been a lie.

Delia was quiet for a moment, then said, "Fine. I'll handle it. But what about you? Are you really going to just sit back and do nothing?"

Brian stiffened for half a second before covering it up. "I have bigger things to take care of. I can't waste my time on something this small. This is your responsibility."

The voice was familiar. Nyla looked up, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Andre?"

Andre smiled. "It's me."

He was dressed casually today, exuding a relaxed, almost lazy charm.

Nyla glanced around, expecting to see someone else. "You're my private tutor?"

Andre nodded. "That's right."

"So... you knew last night that I was going to be your student?" Nyla asked.

"That question is personal," Andre replied smoothly. "And it's already 8:30 a.m. You've wasted half an hour sleeping. Let's get started."