From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius Chapter 117: Danger

A candidate quickly ca to Chloe Sinclair’s mind.

Thinking of Jasper Shaw, a grin spread across Chloe Sinclair’s face, and she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

When she caught herself, she shook her head in resignation.

Although she had already chosen an investor, she didn’t have much of a connection with Jasper Shaw at the mont. Therefore, she needed to co up with a perfect plan.

As Chloe Sinclair was deep in thought, she suddenly heard a classmate calling for her from outside.

"Chloe, soone’s here for you."

Chloe Sinclair looked over but couldn’t see who was standing at the door.

So she could only rise slowly and walk toward the classroom entrance.

But when she saw the visitor, Chloe Sinclair furrowed her brow slightly.

"And you are?"

Before her stood a plainly dressed old woman, likely in her sixties.

Her complexion was sallow, and her hands were as withered as sticks of wood, seemingly just skin wrapped around bone. Several large, blue veins bulged, making for an unsettling sight.

[BEEP—]

[System has detected an external malice value of 100. Host’s life is threatened. System is automatically activating Invincibility Mode for Host.]

An alarm blared in Chloe Sinclair’s mind.

Sure enough, the old woman, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly looked up. Barely four and a half feet tall, her raised eyes t Chloe Sinclair’s gaze perfectly.

Her withered gaze was like that of a decrepit old snake, determined to bite you even in death.

She pulled a fruit knife from behind her back with a blade at least ten centiters long.

Even with the system’s help, the old woman’s movents seed to slow to a crawl in her eyes, as if soone had hit the pause button.

But Chloe Sinclair still broke out in a cold sweat.

She wanted to dodge, but she was surrounded by classmates. If she moved aside, the person next to her would surely be hard.

Chloe Sinclair’s expression darkened. She looked at the old woman, a flash of ferocity in her eyes.

And so, this is what happened next.

Before any of the classmates could react, Chloe Sinclair, with sharp eyes and quick reflexes, grabbed the old woman’s hand, executed a shoulder throw, and slamd her hard onto the floor before snatching the knife away.

She was mindful of the old woman’s frailty and the potential complications it would cause at the police station. Therefore, she had used a skillful technique that relied on leverage. While it looked painful—and indeed, it was—it wouldn’t break any bones.

"Oww, why did you hit !" The old woman hadn’t expected Chloe Sinclair to see her coming. Now, with no other options, she could only lie on the ground and cry out in pain.

"Oh?" Chloe Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly. She crouched down, her gaze shifting to the end of the hallway as she pointed. "There. See that? It’s a security cara."

The old woman’s pained cries stopped short. She stared at Chloe Sinclair in disbelief.

At that mont, Chloe Sinclair very calmly took out her phone and dialed the police.

—

News of the incident spread through the school like wildfire.

Kyle Stern had been teaching another class, but when he heard a student from his own class was in trouble, he dropped everything and rushed over.

By now, a crowd of students had ford a circle. The old woman was still on the floor, unable to get up, but was spewing endless vitriol at Chloe Sinclair.

"Chloe Sinclair, you wretched girl! You’ll die a miserable death!"

"If it wasn’t for you, my daughter would never have been arrested! My daughter is such a good girl, you must have frad her!"

"She could have been Mrs. Shaw! It’s all your fault! You ruined my daughter!"

After listening for a while, Chloe Sinclair finally understood who the old woman was talking about.