From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius novel Chapter 480

Chapter 480: Chapter 477: Don’t Think You Can Walk Out of Here

"Has Joseph Shaw fallen so low that he’s living here these days?"

Chloe Sinclair looked around at the furnishings with considerable disgust.

The place was spacious enough, but the floor was bare concrete. The surrounding steel structures were riddled with rust, and the air was thick with an indescribable stench.

’What a complete and utter embarrassment.’

’If the old man found out, he’d probably want to disown him on the spot.’

The bodyguard froze, clearly not understanding what Chloe Sinclair meant.

However, his eyes held even more respect. One of the men bowed his head. "Miss Sinclair, we’ll have to ask you to hand over your backpack and all electronic devices for safekeeping."

He then explained, "Our boss just wants to discuss something with you. He won’t make things difficult for you."

Even as he said it, the bodyguard didn’t believe his own words.

But he had signed a contract with Joseph Shaw long ago, and he couldn’t go against his boss’s orders.

So, he looked at Chloe Sinclair apologetically.

As Chloe Sinclair walked into the room, she saw that Joseph Shaw had somehow gotten his hands on an electronic scanner. Only after it confirmed she was completely clean of all electronic devices was she allowed to enter.

This tire factory was abandoned; it had been empty for a decade. The interior was vast, but the acrid smell of rubber stung the air, making Chloe Sinclair’s eyes water.

Joseph Shaw was sitting on a worn-out leather sofa. In just a few short days, he looked like a completely different person.

His cheeks were gaunt and his eyes were sunken, making him look like a drug addict.

Chloe Sinclair casually found a spot to sit, her posture relaxed and unconcerned.

"I wonder why President Shaw went to such great lengths to bring me here."

Seeing Chloe Sinclair’s calm demeanor, Joseph Shaw seethed with hatred.

But when he thought about his current predicament, he knew he had no choice but to compromise.

He snorted coldly and said, "I was behind everything online."

Chloe Sinclair’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. If anything, she seemed even more casual, her calm eyes unwavering. "I know. And?"

Joseph Shaw was taken aback. None of the strategies he had prepared were of any use.

His brow was furrowed so deeply you could have crushed a fly in the wrinkles.

But then he snorted coldly again. "So what if you know? There are countless hit pieces about you online now. It’ll be impossible for you to recover."

Just this morning, several media hosts had publicly commented on Chloe Sinclair returning to her biological family.

Without exception, they all condemned her actions.

But the panic he had expected to see never appeared.

Chloe Sinclair’s dark eyes didn’t show the slightest change; in fact, they held a hint of a smile.

"If you won’t think about yourself, have you thought about your family? They’re facing intense scrutiny online because of you. Your father’s company stock dropped by several points today. If you cooperate with me, I can promise to bring the truth to light."

At this, Chloe Sinclair’s expression finally changed. Her eyes filled with disgust and fear.

Only then did the trace of doubt in Joseph Shaw’s heart dissipate.

’She’s just a naive little girl after all. What’s the use of putting on a strong front? I’ve still got her wrapped around my little finger.’

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