From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius Chapter 161: Fulfilling a Vow, Accumulating Blessings, Prayi

She had already donated the autonomous evolution system to the nation. And for the All-Purpose Robot, she knew that within Zenthia, only the Shaw Group was capable of developing it.

She had originally planned to establish a shell company herself, but with no connections and no business acun, her only option now was to have the technology developed under the Shaw Group.

Jasper Shaw, however, didn’t understand at first.

But before he could speak, Chloe Sinclair said, "The All-Purpose Robot has applications in dicine and rescue—its potential is vast. More importantly, it can be integrated into daily life."

After listening to her, Jasper Shaw didn’t hesitate for a second. "Alright. I’ll give you a sixty percent share of the profits. I’ll have Ian Winters get a lawyer to draft a contract shortly."

Chloe Sinclair asked, "Can you help set up a foundation?"

"You’re going to donate the profits?"

Chloe Sinclair nodded.

The purpose of a foundation was self-evident, but that she would donate such an enormous sum without a second thought was astounding.

Jasper Shaw looked into Chloe Sinclair’s earnest eyes and had to ask, "Why?"

Chloe Sinclair didn’t answer. She gazed out the lab window, where an evergreen tree blocked most of the view, leaving only a pattern of dappled shadows.

Bathed in the dappled sunlight, Chloe Sinclair finally turned her head and said slowly, "To fulfill a vow, to build good karma, and to pray for blessings."

* * *

Chloe Sinclair spent her entire three-day break in the laboratory.

Aside from her essential daily routines, every al was sent over by Jasper Shaw.

This was all thanks to Jasper Shaw, who had co to deliver the contract personally on the second day, only to find several cups of instant noodles on Chloe Sinclair’s lab bench.

His expression had instantly darkened. Not long after, a bowl of shredded chicken congee was delivered.

From that day on, Jasper Shaw had food delivered punctually for Chloe Sinclair, never missing a single al.

"Eight, just what do you think the critical temperature is?"

The night before she was due back at school, Chloe Sinclair, dressed in a white lab coat, slowly poured liquid nitrogen into the model.

As the model slowly started up, Chloe Sinclair took out her small notebook and began recording the data.

In just three days, her notes had already grown into a thick stack of pages.

Even now, her eyes were locked on the model before her, her hands moving without any sign of slowing.

But just as it was halfway through its startup sequence, the experint failed—just like the previous two hundred fifty-six attempts.

Although she had asked Eight the question out loud, it was clear she was just talking to herself out of boredom.

So Eight ignored Chloe Sinclair completely, offering only a perfunctory reply: "Just hang in there, Host!"

Chloe Sinclair raised an eyebrow at the response, then turned to the last page of her notebook and crossed out the words "critical temperature: twenty-six degrees."

"The critical temperature is sowhere above one degree, possibly exceeding forty. But as for the precise limits and the exact critical point, those will take a lot more ti to determine through experints."

Chloe Sinclair sounded so casual that anyone listening might have thought her experints were simple.

But if anyone from Emberfall University or the academy heard her, they would be utterly astonished.

What Chloe Sinclair was describing wasn’t just a string of data.

It was one of the holy grails that scientists pursue their entire lives.

Currently, high-temperature superconductivity research in the country had only progressed as far as using BCS theory to determine an *approximate* critical point.

No one had ever even considered the questions of its effective range or maximum threshold.

After all, most researchers didn’t even have a clue how to begin experinting, yet Chloe Sinclair was already well on her way.

A small research institute with a team of five to ten people might need a day, or even several months, just to process a single data set.

Sotis, hitting a conceptual dead end could cause delays or even force the entire research project to be canceled.

And Chloe Sinclair? Her pace was simply monstrous.

Three days. In just three days, she had already run three hundred experints!