Upgrading My Ex to His Uncle Chapter 1242

Andre nodded. "I understand. I know what I need to do."

"Good," Emerald replied.

"I have other matters to attend to, so I won't take up any more of your time. See you tomorrow," Andre said, excusing himself.

"Alright, I'll have Filipe see you out," Emerald answered.

After Andre left, Emerald returned to her desk and called for a maid. "Tell Nyla to come to the study."

Nyla had just returned to her room when a maid informed her that Emerald wanted to see her. Her expression immediately darkened with frustration.

When she arrived at Emerald's study, she didn't bother hiding her irritation—every bit of her dissatisfaction was written plainly on her face.

Emerald ignored it and said calmly, "I heard from Andre that you kept dozing off during your lesson today."

Nyla frowned. "Is that why you called me here?"

"You just need to answer the question, not ask your own," Emerald shot back.

Nyla resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes. But there are two reasons for that. One, you had the service staff wake me up way too early. And two, I'm just not interested in business."

"If waking up early is a problem, then go to bed earlier. And if you're not interested, find a way to make yourself interested. No one here is going to cater to you," Emerald retorted.

Nyla scoffed. "I never expected you to, and I stopped having any hopes for you a long time ago."

Emerald nodded as if in agreement. "Good. Since you know that, then do as you're told and complete whatever tasks I assign to you."

"Don't worry. I'll play my role well as your pawn. But if you dare lay a hand on anyone I care about, then don't blame me for turning from a pawn into a sword," Nyla warned.

With that, she turned and walked out.

As she was heading back to her room, Delia suddenly blocked her at the corner of the hallway.

Delia glared at her. "The person teaching you today was Andre?!"

Seeing the jealousy in Delia's eyes, Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Why? Do you know him?"

"I'm warning you—stay away from him! If I catch you trying to seduce him, I won't let you off!" Delia hissed.

Nyla smirked. "Oh, so you like him?"

"Shut up!" Delia frantically glanced around, ensuring no one else was nearby before glaring at her again. "I'm serious! Don't even think about it—he would never be interested in someone like you!"

"Someone like me?" Nyla echoed.

"Yeah! A shameless woman who's already been married and even has a bastard child!" Delia spat.

Nyla's gaze instantly turned ice-cold.

Before Delia could react, Nyla raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

A sharp, echoing slap filled the hallway.

Delia clutched her stinging cheek, staring at her in shock. "Y-You actually hit me?! How dare you?!"

She lunged forward, trying to slap Nyla back, but before she could even touch her, Nyla caught her wrist in a firm grip.

"If I ever hear you insult my son again, I will slap you every single time," Nyla threatened coldly.

Delia struggled to break free, but Nyla's grip was stronger. Humiliation and fury burned in her eyes.

"So what if I insult him? Am I wrong? Your son is just a filthy little bastard!"