Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1250

The next moment, Delia pushed the door open and entered.

"Andre, my mom recently gave me a company to manage, but I don't know how to run it. I'd like to learn how to manage a company. Can you teach me too?" she asked.

Nyla raised an eyebrow when she saw that Delia had changed into an outfit that accentuated her figure, her face heavily made up and her hair carefully styled.

After these past few incidents, she finally understood Delia's feelings for Andre.

Andre, seemingly unaware of Delia's deliberate effort to dress up, turned to Nyla and asked, "Do you mind if Ms. Nixon joins the lesson?"

Delia winced slightly. Frowning, she snapped, "Andre, I'm asking for your opinion. Why are you asking her?"

Andre replied calmly, "Ms. Nixon, when your mother invited me here, she only asked me to tutor Ms. Kinsey. If you want to join, it's up to Ms. Kinsey to agree first."

At this, Delia bit her lip, her displeasure evident.

She glared at Nyla and spoke in a warning tone. "You wouldn't deny me, would you?"

If Nyla refused, Delia would resort to the same tactics she had used before to ensure that Nyla couldn't attend class or see Andre.

Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Sure, as long as you call me 'big sister,' I'll let you join the lesson."

"What?!" Delia's face twisted with disbelief and anger. "I refuse!"

She didn't want to call Nyla "big sister." To her, Nyla was nothing more than someone from a lower class. The idea of addressing her that way was worse than death.

Nyla smiled. "You don't want to? Then that's fine. We're about to start, so please leave."

To Delia's surprise, Nyla admitted it outright. She froze for a few seconds before realizing there was no way out.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, she caught a glimpse of Andre out of the corner of her eye.

Suppressing her fury, she turned back to Nyla. "Fine. I'll do it."

Biting her lip, she forced the words out. "Big... sister..."

Nyla almost pretended not to hear her, but when she saw Delia's face, twisted with suppressed frustration, she smiled instead. "Okay. Just remember, next time you come for a lesson, you have to call me that again!"

Delia ground her teeth, then pulled out a chair and sat down at the desk. "Andre, we can start the lesson now."

Nyla spent the entire morning attentively listening to Andre explain economics. Whenever she felt drowsy, she pinched her thigh hard to stay awake.