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

Chapter 120: 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 immense regret.

Regret that he hadn’t found Chloe Sinclair sooner.

After a long moment, 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 some 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 moment 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 meeting. Do you have any homework?"

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

"Of course."

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

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

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 document:

High-Temperature Superconductor Magnetic Levitation Project

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Chloe Sinclair finished the plan before Ethan Sinclair returned from his meeting 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 lifetime, 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 implemented 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 came in, he saw Chloe Sinclair hunched over the desk, working on some formulas he couldn’t comprehend.

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

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

The door closed softly, but Chloe Sinclair remained immersed 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 came 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 home?"

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 me 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 me 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 messed 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 came out of the bathroom wearing a simple white nightgown.

White’s blue eyes instantly lit up. It came 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 me anymore?!"

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

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

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