From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Sharon Thorne, It’s You Who’s Finished

A wave of despair washed over the assistant.

She had started out as one of Sharon Thorne’s biggest fans, idolizing her for six whole years, from high school through to her professional life.

She was one of Sharon Thorne’s very first fans.

To get a chance to work for her, the assistant had earned her certifications and worked herself to the bone to get through college.

But after actually becoming her assistant, she discovered that the real Sharon Thorne was a world apart from her on-screen persona.

On-screen, Sharon Thorne was a talented actress who spoke with a gentle voice, her eyes always sparkling.

Off-screen, however, Sharon Thorne was temperamental and would always bully the lesser-known actors on set.

Gradually, her adoration had turned to acceptance, and finally, to a state of numbness.

This wasn’t the first time Sharon Thorne had berated her, and the assistant instinctively lowered her head.

"Go get me a cup of water."

The assistant obediently picked up a paper cup, filled it with water, and carefully held it out to her.

Seeing this, Sharon Thorne sneered. "You’re so fat. How on earth did the company assign you to me?"

She reached for the paper cup as she spoke.

But unexpectedly, the always meek assistant suddenly snapped, pouring the fresh cup of water directly over Sharon Thorne’s head.

In an instant, Sharon Thorne’s perfectly coiffed hair was completely soaked.

"Are you insane? Do you have any idea how expensive this styling was?"

Sharon Thorne furiously swatted at her drenched hair and couldn’t stop herself from screaming, "If you don’t want this job, then get the hell out! Get out of my sight!"

The assistant’s face went pale. She froze in the doorway, her eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and helplessness.

Sharon Thorne looked incredibly smug. The thought of how a lowly assistant had just treated her put her in a foul mood.

’Just you wait. I’ll deal with you later.’

’Once I marry into the Sinclair Family, won’t this little assistant be at my mercy for the rest of her life?’

The assistant realized this too, and her face grew even paler.

Suddenly, a priority notification buzzed on her phone.

Years of professional habit made her glance down at it. As she read the notification, her pupils contracted, and a fascinating series of emotions played across her face.

Suddenly, the assistant looked up. A wild, arrogant smile—the likes of which Sharon had never seen on her before—spread across her lips. Her dark eyes were filled with mockery. "Sharon Thorne, you’re the one who’s finished!"