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

It was already late when Chloe Sinclair got home.

She quietly went upstairs, took a shower, and then lay down on the soft, large bed with a sigh.

[DING—]

[Congratulations, Host, on winning first place in the parkour competition. You have 1 point. Would you like to use it now?]

Chloe Sinclair froze for a moment. She remembered the system had indeed said that she could earn random points by completing progress bars, which could be used to obtain all sorts of information.

After a moment of hesitation, Chloe Sinclair asked, "I can ask about anything?"

[Yes.]

Chloe Sinclair thought for a moment, then said, "The one who murdered Summer Beckett in my past life was Wilder Rhodes, right?"

[This consultation will cost 1 point.]

As soon as it finished speaking, a flood of images poured into Chloe Sinclair’s mind.

In her past life, Summer Beckett was indeed killed by Wilder Rhodes.

It was Wilder Rhodes who had asked him out that night. As it turned out, Summer Beckett was in top form during the competition, while Wilder’s heart was pounding with anxiety because he couldn’t afford to lose the one million.

So, as Summer Beckett was climbing a four-meter-high obstacle, Wilder Rhodes gave him a shove.

Summer went down headfirst. His helmet fell off instantly, and by the time he hit the ground, he was bleeding profusely and had fallen unconscious.

Wilder Rhodes had only meant to injure Summer so he couldn’t compete, but he never expected to accidentally kill him.

Terrified of being caught by the police, he conspired with his good-for-nothing friends to bury Summer in a garbage dump.

The stench at the garbage dump was overwhelming, and with tons of new trash arriving daily, Summer Beckett’s body was quickly covered up.

What Wilder Rhodes didn’t know, however, was that Summer Beckett wasn’t actually dead at that point. The real cause of death was suffocation.

A month later, when the police found Summer Beckett’s body, it was already in an advanced state of decomposition.

Mrs. Beckett had initially thought her son had just run away from home. For that entire month, she stood by the door every day, watching to see if her son would return.

But when she received the call from the police, she completely lost her mind.

With their only child gone, Mr. Beckett lost all heart for work. He handed the company over to Wilder Rhodes and took his wife back to his hometown to retire.

Even on his deathbed, Mr. Beckett never knew he had raised a wolf in his own house.

While Wilder Rhodes may not have initially intended to kill Summer Beckett, after it happened, he didn’t call the police or a hospital. Instead, he colluded with his worthless friends to drag the body to a garbage dump thirty kilometers away and bury it.

The images in her mind seemed to transport Chloe Sinclair back to the scene from her past life. For a long while, she gasped for breath, unable to pull herself back to reality.

It was a sleepless night.

—

The Beckett Villa

Summer Beckett gave Mr. Beckett a shock when he came in limping.

"What happened to you?"

With red-rimmed eyes, Summer Beckett told Mr. Beckett everything that had happened that day, down to the last detail.

As Mr. Beckett listened, his expression grew darker and his brow furrowed deeper. Finally, he slammed his hand down hard on the glass coffee table, seething with rage.

"How dare that little bastard do something like this!"

Although he hadn’t been there, his son’s description of the events was so perilous that it left him terrified for quite some time.

He couldn’t imagine what would have happened today if that girl from the Sinclair family hadn’t turned back to save his son.

"Dad, I never did any of those bad things when we were kids. It was Wilder Rhodes who framed me for all of it."

Mr. Beckett froze, seeming to understand something.

Mr. Beckett, who never smoked in the house, suddenly pulled out a cigarette.

"CLICK—"

The lighter cast a faint glow in the dim living room, and a thoughtful expression appeared on Mr. Beckett’s face.

"We don’t have any evidence right now. If we accuse them without sufficient proof, it will just damage our relationship, and the Rhodes Family will have something to hold over us in the future. I’ll arrange for two bodyguards for you for the time being. You need to be more careful."

He paused, then added, "That little girl from the Sinclair family isn’t as useless as the rumors in our circle make her out to be. You should stick with her more in the future; you could learn a lot from her."

At this point, Summer Beckett had already become Chloe Sinclair’s number one fan. "Yeah, even if you didn’t say it, I was going to ask Chloe to be my boss. You have no idea..."

Gradually, Summer Beckett felt a look of exasperated disappointment land on him, and his voice abruptly died out.

"Don’t you drag the Sinclair girl into such a dangerous game again."

’If the Sinclair Family found out, I’m not sure I could protect this foolish son of mine.’

In the end, under a combination of threats and bribes from Mr. Beckett, Summer Beckett finally promised he would never take Chloe Sinclair to do parkour again before he was allowed to go back to his room to sleep.

For some reason, as soon as he got back to his room, he flopped onto his bed and fell asleep. And he had a strange dream.

He dreamed that he was pushed by Wilder Rhodes, fell, and was knocked unconscious. But Wilder didn’t call a doctor or the police. Instead, he dragged him to a garbage dump thirty kilometers away and buried him.

He had been suffocated to death, buried alive.

But in the end, the murderer got away with it, scot-free!

...

The next day, Summer Beckett didn’t come to school.

When Chloe Sinclair heard he was out on sick leave, she didn’t pay it much mind.

However, Nina Sinclair, who hadn’t been seen for several days, started trying to make her presence known again.

Chloe Sinclair ignored her and continued to bury her head in her practice questions.

"Chloe, could I borrow your notes from the past few days to copy?"

"Sorry, no."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nina Sinclair, standing to the side, looked as if she was on the verge of tears.

A nearby classmate couldn’t stand it anymore and spoke up righteously, "Chloe Sinclair, they’re just notes. Why are you being so secretive and stingy?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Nina Sinclair gave the female classmate who had spoken up for her a pale smile, but still spoke in Chloe Sinclair’s defense, "Chloe isn’t how everyone thinks she is."

With that, she lowered her head and pleaded, "Could you please just let me borrow the notes to copy? I’ll give them back as soon as I’m done."

Chloe Sinclair just found the noise irritating. She looked up impatiently. "Why copy notes?"

Nina Sinclair was taken aback.

"Only idiots copy notes. A Genius..."

She pointed to her own head. "Can remember it all right here."

"WHOA—"

The classroom was crowded, and the commotion wasn’t small. Some of the classmates who heard her instantly blew up.

At this moment, Eight couldn’t help but speak up. "Host, that was an impressive flex. However, this system has detected an animosity value of 80 from the surrounding classmates. There is a risk of being beaten up. Suggesting activation of Kickboxing Mode."

Hearing Eight’s analysis, Chloe Sinclair’s lips curved into a smile.

But to outsiders, it looked as if she was gloating triumphantly.

"Everyone, don’t be angry. I’m sure Chloe didn’t mean it the way you’re all thinking..."

"Class President, stop defending Chloe Sinclair. Isn’t she so amazing? I’d like to see what score she gets this time. Don’t tell me it’ll be dead last in the whole school again?"

A wave of sneering laughter immediately spread through the surrounding students.

Chloe Sinclair gave a cold smirk and said suddenly, "Class President, now that your performance is over, you can scram. Stop bothering me while I’m studying."

After speaking, she selected ’C’ on her test paper with a flourish.

Seeing that Chloe Sinclair was ignoring her, Nina Sinclair returned to her seat in tears. A group of classmates immediately swarmed around to comfort her.

Chloe Sinclair just found the scene amusing.

’How did I never realize in my past life that Nina Sinclair was such a good actress?’

’She can cry on command. She should have gone into acting in her past life, not singing.’

Laura Rhodes had just walked in the door when she saw Nina Sinclair slumped over her desk. She frowned and asked what was going on.

When she heard it was Chloe Sinclair’s fault again, she didn’t say another word and just threw Chloe out.

"Get out! I can’t teach a student like you!"