From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius Chapter 120: Angry

The Sinclair Family had done an investigation before bringing Chloe Sinclair back, but after so many years, it was impossible to uncover every single detail.

Therefore, as he listened to Chloe Sinclair talk about her childhood with seemingly no emotion, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

He was now filled with imnse regret.

Regret that he hadn’t found Chloe Sinclair sooner.

After a long mont, Ethan Sinclair looked up, his gaze earnest. "I’m very fortunate."

Fortunate that Chloe Sinclair had returned safely to the Sinclair Family.

Fortunate that she had grown up resilient under the thumb of her adoptive parents, even if her path was overgrown with thorns.

Chloe Sinclair didn’t say anything.

There were so things she couldn’t bring herself to say.

The reason she’d shared all that wasn’t to play the victim in front of Ethan Sinclair.

After a mont of silence, she suddenly looked up, a faint smile in her eyes, like cherry blossoms blooming in spring.

Ethan Sinclair froze. The tip of his nose tingled inexplicably, and when he realized it, he quickly looked down. "I’m heading to my eting. Do you have any howork?"

Chloe Sinclair shook her head. "I finished it at school. But I need to run so data calculations later. Can I borrow your computer, brother?"

"Of course."

When it ca to Chloe Sinclair, Ethan Sinclair had complete trust in her.

A minute later, the assistant ca in again. Ethan Sinclair and his assistant went to the conference room next door for the eting.

Chloe Sinclair smiled as she saw Ethan Sinclair off.

Then, she slowly opened the computer and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.

A few seconds later, a large title appeared in the docunt:

High-Temperature Superconductor Magnetic Levitation Project

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Chloe Sinclair finished the plan before Ethan Sinclair returned from his eting and emailed it to Jasper Shaw.

Right now, she had only given Jasper Shaw a model. But if things went as expected, at this point in this lifeti, Jasper Shaw should already be on the verge of partnering with a foreign company.

It was just that the most cutting-edge high-temperature superconductor technology currently belonged to Devonia.

Zenthia was still a bit behind in this area, having to rely on collaboration with other countries for much of its core technology.

The collaborations alone cost hundreds of billions a year.

’But what if I develop core technology even more advanced than Devonia’s?’

’Wouldn’t that save the country a huge amount of money?’

High-temperature superconductor magnetic levitation technology was nowhere near as developed as it would be ten years in the future.

The current maglev technology was still in its infancy, and not many cities across the country had implented it.

Furthermore, maglev currently relied on liquid nitrogen, but nitrogen was expensive, making refrigeration a luxury.

If the iron-based superconductor research she proposed was successful, it would not only reduce the high costs associated with liquid nitrogen but also save nearly ten percent of the world’s electricity.

When Ethan Sinclair ca in, he saw Chloe Sinclair hunched over the desk, working on so formulas he couldn’t comprehend.

He subconsciously lightened his steps and gave his assistant a look.

This ti, the assistant finally understood their CEO’s intention and quietly closed the door.

The door closed softly, but Chloe Sinclair remained imrsed in her calculations.

So, Ethan Sinclair tiptoed over to the sofa and watched Chloe Sinclair quietly.

「One hour later」

"Brother, when did you get in?"

Chloe Sinclair had finished a section of her formulas. Her neck felt a bit stiff, so she raised a hand to rub it, only to look up and see Ethan Sinclair watching her in silence.

Ethan Sinclair lied with a straight face. "Not long. I just ca in. I saw you were doing academic work, so I didn’t want to bother you."

A flicker of suspicion crossed Chloe Sinclair’s eyes.

But Ethan Sinclair had always been good at masking his expressions, not revealing the slightest crack in his facade.

"Little sis, ready to go ho?"

Seeing Chloe Sinclair looking like a little defeated chick, Ethan Sinclair had a hint of a smile in his eyes.

’It’s been a while since I’ve seen her look so frustrated.’

When they got ho, Mrs. Logan wasn’t around.

A flash of displeasure crossed Ethan Sinclair’s eyes.

He said, "When Mrs. Logan cos back tomorrow, give her this year’s salary and tell her she doesn’t need to co to work anymore."

Because Mrs. Logan had been working for the Sinclair Family for a long ti, the Sinclair n hadn’t said anything, even when she did things improperly.

However, this constant tolerance had only made Mrs. Logan more audacious.

"Yes, Young Master Ethan."

The butler was inwardly ecstatic.

Many of the other staff in the Sinclair household really couldn’t stand Mrs. Logan’s current attitude.

After speaking, the butler realized the two of them probably hadn’t eaten yet and quickly said, "Young Master Landon brought over a few master chefs from The Bamboo Terrace today. They haven’t left for the day yet. I’ll have them make a al for you two."

Chloe Sinclair said, "That’s okay. Just a simple bowl of noodles will be fine."

The butler nodded and went into the kitchen.

A short while later.

The butler ca over carrying two bowls of incredibly fragrant noodles.

Chloe Sinclair stared at the bowl, which was bigger than her face, and gulped.

’Was the household chef afraid they wouldn’t get enough to eat?’

But after finishing the last drop of soup, Chloe Sinclair understood. The chef must have been afraid his noodles wouldn’t be enough for her and her brother.

"The chefs Landon hired this ti are quite good."

"I thought Second Brother was just saying that last ti. I didn’t expect him to actually poach the chefs and bring them ho."

Ethan Sinclair said, "Silly girl, The Bamboo Terrace is owned by the Sinclair Group to begin with. It’s not hard to ask a chef from our own hotel to co to the house."

The Bamboo Terrace was a Sinclair Group property, privately managed by Landon Sinclair.

But Landon Sinclair was more focused on his lab and usually didn’t bother managing these businesses under his na.

Chloe Sinclair only knew The Bamboo Terrace belonged to the Sinclairs; she hadn’t known about its connection to Landon Sinclair.

’No wonder they were able to reserve a spot for the production team of "Genius".’

"Well, all that matters is that I know Second Brother treats well."

Chloe Sinclair gave a mischievous grin, looking playful and clever.

Ethan Sinclair shook his head, a little exasperated. "Does your big brother not treat you well?"

"You do! Everyone treats very well," Chloe Sinclair said, sensing the hint of jealousy in Ethan Sinclair’s tone. She quickly wiped the smile off her face and spoke with deadpan seriousness.

Ethan Sinclair’s jealousy instantly vanished. Looking at Chloe Sinclair’s soft, black hair, he couldn’t resist ruffling it.

Chloe Sinclair felt her mood sink as her hair was ssed up.

Then, amidst Ethan Sinclair’s hearty laughter, she fled upstairs as if escaping.

Back in her room, Chloe Sinclair looked at her disheveled hair and sighed.

’I don’t get why my brothers have to ruffle my hair whenever they’re happy.’

Chloe Sinclair couldn’t figure it out and decided to take a shower first.

It was now early June, and the weather in Kennet was getting hotter and hotter.

The air conditioner was on in Chloe Sinclair’s room. After her shower, she ca out of the bathroom wearing a simple white nightgown.

White’s blue eyes instantly lit up. It ca puffing over to Chloe Sinclair’s side and diligently offered her a towel. "Master, dry your hair."

Chloe Sinclair patted White’s smooth, large head and said, "Thank you."

But inside Chloe Sinclair’s mind, Eight exploded with rage.

"Host, do you really not love anymore?!"

’I used to be the Host’s precious baby, but now the Host doesn’t even want to give a second glance.’

’Humans have a saying: the seven-year itch.’

’But it hasn’t even been seven months between and Chloe Sinclair, and our relationship is already falling apart!’