From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius Chapter 90: Chloe Sinclair Is My Biological Sister

Jolie Yates froze, motionless for a long mont.

After a while, it dawned on her that she had beco the first person in the history of *Genius* to be eliminated with the lowest score.

Even Anson Anderson, who had always been on the brink of elimination, scored 88 points this ti.

As one of the top contenders on *Genius*, everyone had high hopes for Jolie Yates. They had thought she was a shoo-in for the championship, but she was unexpectedly eliminated in the third round.

No matter how unwilling Jolie Yates was, the competition’s rules were the rules.

So, she had no choice but to leave the show.

With the first season’s filming wrapped up, the director reviewed the behind-the-scenes data and felt the season had perford quite well. So, using the funds allocated from his superiors, he treated everyone to dinner at The Bamboo Terrace.

There was a good reason The Bamboo Terrace was the most popular restaurant in Kennet. Its chefs hailed from all over the world, making it a favorite destination for the wealthy.

Moreover, The Bamboo Terrace had one rule: reservations had to be made a month in advance.

The only reason the director managed to get a table was because of his connections with the higher-ups. Otherwise, he probably wouldn’t have even been able to get through the door.

Upon entering the private room, several servers ca in and brought out the pre-ordered dishes.

For many, it was their first ti at The Bamboo Terrace, so a look of astonishnt flashed in their eyes when they saw the dishes on the table.

"Is this tofu?"

Mr. Sutton had been imrsed in his research his entire life and had never eaten at a place like this. Whenever he had money, he wished he could pour every last cent into his experints.

As a result, even though Mr. Sutton was a national-level academician, he still lived a frugal life.

However, his daily needs were all ticulously provided for by the state. This was simply his first ti eating at such a restaurant. Looking at the tofu, which had been shredded into fine threads, a look of awe flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, this is Wensi Tofu," the director said, gesturing with his hand to form a number. He whispered, "This portion alone is over six thousand."

GULP...

The next mont, Mr. Sutton swallowed hard, unable to believe it. "Just for this? Over six thousand?"

’Over six thousand could buy him several pieces of inexpensive lab equipnt.’

A pained look flashed in Mr. Sutton’s eyes.

The director quickly explained, "Don’t just judge it by its appearance, sir. It’s the labor that’s so expensive. For this dish alone, a chef has to train for at least ten years."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sutton visibly relaxed a little.

Seeing this, the director quickly ladled a spoonful of the Wensi Tofu into Mr. Sutton’s bowl.

Mr. Sutton tried a bite, but he still winced at the cost. "It’s still a bit pricey," he said.

Landon Sinclair heard this and just shook his head with a smile.

He was sitting next to Chloe Sinclair, and he picked up a piece of duck leg—her usual favorite—and placed it on her plate.

"Chloe, have a taste," he said. "It’s a new recipe the kitchen has been developing. If you like it, I’ll hire the chef to cook for you at ho."

Chloe Sinclair nodded and took a bite. Her eyes suddenly lit up. "It’s delicious."

"Then I’ll have the chef co over to the house later."

"Okay."

After they spoke, they suddenly felt many pairs of eyes land on them.

They looked up, their eyes filled with confusion.

Chloe Sinclair swallowed the piece of at and asked softly, "What’s wrong?"

’Why is everyone looking like they’ve seen a ghost?’

"What... is your relationship?"

The director’s expression was a mixture of emotions; he didn’t know how to look at the two of them.

Realization dawned on Landon Sinclair. He explained, "Chloe is my little sister."

The private room fell completely silent.

"HOLY SHIT?!!"