From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Admonishment

Mr. Sinclair was currently in a meeting.

All eyes were on him.

But at that very moment, with everyone’s attention fixed on him, a generic, system-default ringtone sounded from the table.

Mr. Sinclair frowned and asked, "Whose phone is that?"

None of the employees answered.

Mr. Sinclair found it a little strange. The assistant standing behind him spoke up, "Chairman, it’s your phone."

Mr. Sinclair glanced down and saw it was an unknown local number.

He looked a little embarrassed, but he didn’t hesitate. He picked up the phone, turned to his assistant, and said, "You take over the rest of the meeting."

With that, he walked out of the conference room without a backward glance.

Of course, no one dared to object to the big boss taking a call during work hours, so the meeting continued smoothly.

Meanwhile, Mr. Sinclair walked to his office, but by then, the call had already automatically disconnected after ringing for too long.

When he tried to call back, the line was already busy.

Just then, a notification for a new WeChat message popped up.

Q [A teacher from school just called. They said Chloe skipped class with a male classmate and asked us parents to come over. I’m already driving there now.]

Z [Skipping class? How could our little sister possibly skip class? There must be some kind of misunderstanding. I’m heading to the school to ask about it too.]

Mr. Sinclair’s eye twitched as he read the group message. He snatched his suit jacket from the back of his chair and drove to the school.

The father and his two sons arrived at the school at almost the same time. They exchanged a look, then said in unison, "Together."

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The school administrator was the dean of discipline for the eleventh grade. After lecturing Chloe Sinclair and Summer Beckett, he dragged the two students back to his office.

After making the phone calls, the dean of discipline looked at the two students standing in the corner and couldn’t help but say, "Don’t be nervous. I’ve just asked your parents to come in for a little chat."

He thought they were both quite good-looking, especially the young girl in front of him. Her skin was fair and smooth, and her dewy eyes made her look utterly pitiful.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—

Just as he was about to start his verbal reprimand, three men appeared at the door.

’This...’

The dean of discipline quickly stood up and guessed, "You must be the parents of these two students?"

Mr. Sinclair nodded, his eyes immediately finding his daughter standing in the corner.

However, his mood soured the moment he saw Summer Beckett’s devilishly handsome face.

The atmosphere in the office instantly grew heavy.

"I’m Chloe Sinclair’s father."

"We’re Chloe Sinclair’s brothers."

The dean of discipline was speechless.

In all his years of teaching, it was the first time he’d seen so many family members show up for one misbehaving student.

When his gaze fell on Landon Sinclair, he felt the face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it.

But the other two men looked like social elites, so he figured their family discipline was strict. He therefore chose his words more carefully.

He recounted the day’s events to the three of them from beginning to end.

Although he didn’t know the two students personally, every teacher in the school had heard of Summer Beckett, the king of skipping class.

He had been a little worried, afraid that Summer Beckett would act up. If that happened, even he wouldn’t be able to discipline the boy.

After all, the school’s new library and academic building were all donated by the Beckett Group.

Summer Beckett was basically the "crown prince" of the school.

But to his surprise, Summer Beckett had obediently admitted his mistake today and had even clarified things on the girl’s behalf.

Mr. Beckett came from a humble background and didn’t understand the nuances, but he knew the teacher was letting Summer Beckett off easy and was extremely grateful.

As he was leaving, he even insisted on donating another academic building to the school.

This, of course, made the dean of discipline ecstatic.

The two of them, safe and sound, both returned to the classroom.

On the way, Summer Beckett was still very confused. "Chloe, what did your dad mean by staring at me like that?"

He had accidentally met Mr. Sinclair’s gaze, and in that moment, he felt like he was being executed by a thousand cuts.

Of course, Chloe Sinclair knew why her father had been looking at Summer Beckett that way.

"He probably thinks you’re good-looking."

"Of course! This young master may lack a lot of things, but my handsome looks are enough to make all the girls in class jealous."

Summer Beckett had always been blunt about his own appearance.

Seeing that Chloe Sinclair was ignoring him, he quickly chased after her.

"Chloe, how come I never knew you could do parkour?"

"How did you learn all those moves? Can you teach me?"

In just one morning, Summer Beckett had come to admire Chloe Sinclair down to his very core.

They had just reached the classroom when the bell for class rang.

Chloe Sinclair returned to her seat, took out a small bread roll, and started to replenish her energy.

During class, she entered the system to study Physics.

The progress bar was moving much slower now; a whole day had passed, and she hadn’t even completed 1% of the progress.

After school let out, Chloe Sinclair ran off to that same little alley from the other day.

After chasing that rush of limits and thrills, Chloe Sinclair felt refreshed in both body and mind. She finally understood why Summer Beckett loved extreme sports so much.