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

[’However, according to Zenthian law, you’ll end up in jail whether you get any money or not. I hope you won’t do something so reckless for cash.’]

Chloe Sinclair couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation at Eight’s dead-serious tone.

’Rob a bank?’

’How could that little guy even think of that?’

’I’d probably be surrounded before I even got started.’

"I can finish the critical temperature experiment in a few more days. After that, it’s the engineering prototype phase. I have no idea how much money that step will burn through. Even if I threw in all the money I’ve saved these past few months, it probably wouldn’t even make a splash."

But luckily, the site Jasper Shaw had prepared for her was big enough.

Near her research lab were several empty plots of land, spanning dozens of acres.

Jasper Shaw had prepared all of this for her.

[’If your engineering prototype is successful, it’ll be a breakthrough from the ground up! Zenthia’s technology will definitely take a huge leap forward!’]

Eight sounded excited too.

It had watched her go from the bottom of her class to number one in a single month, then win the championship on *Genius* and make a name for herself before the entire nation.

Having been with Chloe Sinclair for so long, Eight knew just how much hard work she had put in behind the scenes.

So its voice was filled with pride.

[’Actually, you could ask your father for funding, or just tell Jasper Shaw. They’re the people closest to you, after all.’]

Besides, Jasper Shaw had already said he would take care of all financial and material needs.

Chloe Sinclair felt a touch of resignation. Although Eight had developed basic emotions, it couldn’t truly understand human feelings.

She shook her head and sighed deeply. "It’s precisely because they’re the people closest to me that I don’t want to make them worry or cause them extra trouble."

[’But besides robbing a bank, there really is no other way to get money that fast.’]

Eight’s voice was full of frustration.

Chloe Sinclair’s lip twitched, her voice dripping with exasperation. "Eight, can you please stop mentioning the three words ’rob a bank’ to me?"

"Besides, banks don’t even keep that much cash on hand. Are you suggesting I rob one and then go back for a second round?"

Eight went quiet. After a moment, it mumbled dejectedly, [’For the sake of your personal safety, let’s just forget about it.’]

Eight fell completely silent, and Chloe Sinclair finally had some peace and quiet.

Back in her apartment, she kept mulling over the problem of how to make money.

But when she thought about it, other than running experiments, it seemed she wasn’t good at anything else.

She didn’t even have any hobbies.

So, after agonizing over it all night, Chloe Sinclair finally picked up her phone the next morning.

The person on the other end picked up almost immediately.

Chloe Sinclair took a deep breath, braced herself, and said, "Dad..."

「Five minutes later」

Chloe Sinclair stared at the extra zero that had appeared in her bank account balance and nearly jumped for joy.

She had already had seven or eight million to her name, so she had only asked her dad for three million. She never expected him to add an extra zero to that amount.

Her dad had actually sent her thirty million.

Chloe Sinclair was in a great mood all morning. On her way to class, she stopped by a campus shop and bought six steamed buns.

When she got to the right classroom, Chloe Sinclair sat down in her usual spot.

As soon as she sat down, Zoe Yates and Sylvia Holloway sat down next to her.

Chloe Sinclair didn’t even bother to spare them a glance, instead focusing on calculating her remaining data from the night before.

Zoe Yates wanted to see what Chloe Sinclair was writing, but as she leaned in, Chloe quickly covered her notebook.

Zoe Yates jumped, her face paling.

Suppressing her annoyance, she forced a gentle tone. "Chloe, I saw you were writing just now. Can’t you let me see?"

Hearing this, Chloe Sinclair looked up and said with grave seriousness, "No."

Zoe Yates’s expression soured.

At her side, Sylvia Holloway sneered, "Zoe, you’d best not speak to such an important person. You know, she’s the chosen successor for the entire School of Physics. Her future status will be far more ’noble’ than ours."

Sylvia Holloway’s words were just empty taunts, and Chloe Sinclair didn’t even deign to look at her.

Seeing that she was being completely ignored, Sylvia Holloway’s face filled with displeasure.

Zoe Yates, however, played the peacemaker. "Sylvia, don’t say that," she soothed. "Chloe might be writing down experimental data. I shouldn’t have tried to look in the first place."

Sylvia Holloway retorted, "What’s the use of writing so much? You still didn’t get into a lab at Emberfall University. I heard even your sister, Nina Sinclair, was selected, but you, the top scorer in the nation, haven’t heard a thing."

Too bad for Sylvia, Chloe Sinclair couldn’t care less whether Nina Sinclair had been selected or not.

Still, she was a little curious how her sister had gotten into the lab.

After all, getting into a lab as a first-year was next to impossible.

Nina Sinclair’s focus was on the humanities and she excelled at languages, but her Physics grades were decidedly average.

’Some poor professor must have had the bad luck of taking on such a handful.’

But right now, Chloe Sinclair just wanted to finish her calculations, so she asked, "Sylvia Holloway, are you done?"

Sylvia Holloway froze, about to fly into a rage, but when she met Chloe Sinclair’s dangerously glinting eyes, the words died in her throat.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She was like a frightened quail cowering behind Zoe Yates.

"Chloe..." Zoe Yates shielded Sylvia, her eyes filled with a hint of reproach. "Sylvia didn’t mean it like that."

Chloe Sinclair laughed, her face a mask of derision.

Then, her voice turned to ice, and a frigid aura radiated from her.

"Sylvia Holloway, you’d better not show your face in front of me again, or else..."

As she spoke, a cold light flashed in her mocking eyes.

Sylvia Holloway’s gaze met Chloe Sinclair’s. She shuddered and, without another word, scurried back to her seat with her tail between her legs.

After that little episode, Chloe Sinclair was no longer in the mood to work on her notes.

She put the notebook in her backpack and took out her high-temperature superconductivity textbook.

Before long, a new professor arrived.

As it happened, Chloe Sinclair recognized this professor.

The professor smiled, clearly pleased to see Chloe Sinclair sitting in the front row as he entered.

After a brief self-introduction, he dove into the lecture with passion.

The class happened to be on her exact field of research. Chloe Sinclair didn’t want to miss a single word. Her mind raced, automatically filtering out fluff and locking onto the key points.

The professor had studied high-temperature superconductivity for years, and his lectures were lively and engaging—not at all dry.

When the ninety-minute class ended, there wasn’t a single trace of fatigue in anyone’s eyes!

"Professor, if I’m not mistaken, only three companies in our country currently operate maglev trains. Besides the one in Modu, which manages to break even, the other two have been operating at a loss for years. Is it really necessary to go to such great lengths to upgrade the technology?"

The professor at the front of the room didn’t answer.

But just then, Chloe Sinclair suddenly stood up and answered, her voice crisp and decisive. "Of course, it’s necessary."