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

Shawn Styles was just about to take a drink of water, but he choked when he heard Coach Young’s words.

He coughed hard a few times, wiping away the water from his mouth and nose.

Seeing this, Professor Young realized Shawn Styles had made no progress, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

"And to think the women’s team calls you the team hunk. You can’t even win over a single young woman."

Shawn Styles gave a bitter smile.

He was in a bind he couldn’t easily explain, his tone tinged with faint helplessness. "Professor, surely you already know why?"

At first she

He hadn’t known what Chloe Sinclair’s background was. It was only after seeing the men around her these past few days that he realized recruiting the young woman for the sports team would be an uphill battle.

No wonder Professor Young had been beaming when he agreed so readily that day.

"What would I know? I don’t know anything." Professor Young’s gaze darted about, and he avoided looking his senior student in the eye.

Shawn Styles heaved a long sigh and said frankly, "Professor, I suggest you just give up on this idea."

Shawn Styles thought about what he’d found out over the past few days and hesitated, trailing off.

Coach Young only knew what was public online.

But he was different.

Just yesterday, he had seen with his own eyes Chloe Sinclair calling a Physics professor from Emberfall University "Senior Brother."

More importantly, Chloe Sinclair also knew Jasper Shaw.

Poaching someone from under the thumb of several heavy hitters was next to impossible.

Coach Young didn’t get it. He gave Shawn Styles an ultimatum: "I don’t care. Bottom line, you have to get in touch with Chloe Sinclair. Otherwise, when it comes to training in the future..."

He raised an eyebrow, the unspoken threat perfectly clear.

Shawn Styles felt a major headache coming on.

Chloe Sinclair was definitely a promising prospect. To be honest, he also wanted to recruit such a talent for the national team.

"I’ll give it another shot."

’I’ll have to find a chance to ask her what she thinks.’

That finally satisfied Coach Young, who nodded in delight.

Back in her apartment, Chloe Sinclair was completely unaware of Professor Young and Shawn Styles’s plans.

She took a shower, grabbed the books for her classes that day, and left.

It was Friday, so she didn’t have many classes. As soon as she was done for the day, Chloe Sinclair hopped on a bus to the outskirts of the city, where the film set for *Rivers and Mountains* was located.

Gabriel Sinclair had given her an address before she left. After getting off the bus, she started following it to find the location.

But by the time she was halfway up the mountainside, she realized her phone had lost its signal.

Chloe Sinclair had to rely on her System’s GPS, heading toward the film set while simultaneously trying to find a signal.

Two hours later, Chloe Sinclair spotted a small clearing in the woods. Dozens of people were gathered around open fires in front of some makeshift shelters, cooking. Some of their faces were even smudged with soot from the pots.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, and she finally spotted Gabriel Sinclair in a corner, squatting on the ground and trying to get a signal on his phone.

He looked completely different from just half a month ago. Gabriel Sinclair had lost a shocking amount of weight for his role. While he wasn’t so thin as to be unrecognizable, Chloe Sinclair still felt a pang of worry.

"Brother!"

Everyone was focused on the food cooking in the pots, so no one noticed her arrival.

Even when Chloe Sinclair called out, only a few people glanced up. Most didn’t notice her at all.

The only person to react instantly was Gabriel Sinclair. The moment he heard that soft voice, he shot to his feet and ran toward it.

Everyone else only saw Gabriel Sinclair flash past them like a gust of wind.

The next moment, they saw their normally aloof male lead sweep a girl into his arms, his eyes filled with excitement as he held her tight and refused to let go.

A collective "Holy shit" was on the tip of everyone’s tongue, but it died before it could be spoken when the girl revealed an absolutely gorgeous face.

Everyone’s breath caught in their throats. An instant, deathly silence fell over the set.

The only sound in the large clearing was the whisper of the wind.

Then, they heard the petite young woman speak again, her voice just as soft. "Brother."