From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Chapter 249: Master, This Is Justifiable Self-Defense

With that, he made a throat-slitting gesture.

Although they couldn’t see the gesture, the men were a seasoned crew and knew exactly what he meant.

They all nodded.

Suddenly, a bright light illuminated the man’s face, immediately followed by a soft, gentle voice.

"And what is it you’re planning to do?"

The man hadn’t processed what was happening and answered reflexively, "Kill her, of course. I was gonna let the boys have some fun with her first, but that little bitch seems like a tough nut to crack..."

The man felt something was off. A flicker of confusion crossed his dark eyes.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He stiffly turned his head toward Chloe Sinclair.

Chloe Sinclair was holding a small, silver flashlight. Its powerful beam was fixed on the thug, and she wiggled it slightly.

Chloe Sinclair tilted her head, a hint of feigned exasperation in her voice. "You’re not just dogs, you’re rabid dogs. You know the bone is too tough to chew, but you keep at it anyway. What’s the difference between that and being a fucking idiot?"

The thug was still in shock, but when he heard Chloe Sinclair curse at them, his anger flared. "You dare call us dogs?" he roared, incensed. "I’ll fucking kill you today!"

Chloe Sinclair shrugged, testing the waters. "Look, I’m sorry, I have no beef with you guys. If it’s money you want, I can just give it to you."

"Hah! You think this is just about money?" he sneered. "A month and a half ago, you got our boss sent to prison and sentenced to death. We worked our asses off to find you. You really think we’d let you off this easily?"

Chloe Sinclair put on a shocked expression, appearing frightened. "You’re accomplices of those bank robbers? Since they’re already in prison, why didn’t you run? Aren’t you afraid of getting caught? I heard the police are still looking for the rest of their crew."

The men glanced at each other, then broke into laughter simultaneously.

They must have thought Chloe Sinclair was completely helpless, that victory was already in their grasp, so they were willing to be a little more patient.

But when she mentioned the police were still looking for them, one snorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Them? Please. My identity is fake. How are they supposed to track me down?"

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