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

The makeup artist and staff had been called out of the makeup tent the moment Sharon Thorne walked in.

Now, only three people were in the makeup tent.

Gabriel Sinclair’s expression was as black as ink.

In the past, he wouldn’t have been afraid of a stunt like this from Sharon Thorne.

But things were different now. Out here, with no electricity or internet, a single candid photo could be spun by a horde of tabloid accounts into a million-word epic about a messy love affair.

Despite his grim expression, he was panicking on the inside, completely at a loss.

Sharon Thorne had probably figured this out. A hint of madness crept onto her face, and her voice dropped. "Gabriel Sinclair, you forced my hand!"

While Chloe Sinclair was still discussing the meaning of their exchange with Eight, Sharon Thorne suddenly rushed forward and threw her arms around Gabriel Sinclair.

Chloe Sinclair was right behind Gabriel, giving him no room to back away. He instinctively tried to shove her off, but Sharon Thorne clung to him like an octopus, refusing to let go.

"Fuck!"

Gabriel Sinclair cursed under his breath.

A moment later, Sharon Thorne’s clothes were halfway down her shoulders, making her look as if she’d been assaulted.

Chloe Sinclair’s eyes widened.

’This is intense.’

’A ridiculous plotline from the novels of my past life is actually happening in real life?’

But thoughts were just thoughts. Chloe Sinclair reacted quickly, stepping forward and grabbing Sharon Thorne’s hair with both hands.

Sharon Thorne cried out in pain. Her head snapped back, and as she lost her balance, she instinctively let go of Gabriel, clutching her head with both hands.

"THUD—"

Chloe Sinclair dragged Sharon Thorne to the doorway and tossed her onto the ground.

She narrowed her eyes and said, enunciating every word, "Sharon Thorne, you’ve crossed the line."

’No wonder Gabriel announced he was leaving the cast of *Rivers and Mountains* in my past life. So Sharon Thorne was the culprit.’

Chloe Sinclair was filled with rage, and her voice rose. "You? You think you’re worthy?"

"Does a pheasant that stumbles into a phoenix’s nest really think it’s a phoenix?"

"You think *you* can marry into the Sinclair Family?"

Chloe Sinclair’s eyes dripped with contempt, her voice booming like a tolling bell. "You—are unworthy!"

No one would be happy being belittled like that.

Sharon Thorne started to speak, but the moment she opened her mouth, she saw Chloe Sinclair’s chillingly dark eyes and snapped it shut, though her expression remained full of defiance.

"Sharon Thorne, sometimes it’s better not to be overly ambitious. Otherwise..."

Chloe Sinclair let out a hollow laugh, its meaning unclear.

But Sharon Thorne, lying on the ground, instantly understood the unspoken threat.

She tried to speak several times, but one look at Chloe Sinclair’s expression terrified her into silence.

"What’s going on?"

At the doorway, Paul Lancaster saw the disheveled Sharon Thorne on the ground, then glanced at Gabriel Sinclair’s livid face, and instantly understood what had happened.

Seeing her plot had been exposed, Sharon Thorne endured the sharp pain wracking her body, scrambled to her feet, and ran out of the room.

On her way, Sharon Thorne ran into several staff members.

In her current state, she looked exactly as if she had been brutally assaulted.

Combined with the fact that she had just come from Gabriel Sinclair’s makeup tent, everyone’s imagination immediately ran wild.

Meanwhile, seeing that no one was chasing her, Sharon Thorne leaned against a large tree, gasping for breath.

"Did you get it?"

Her assistant, who had run all the way and was parched, instinctively nodded at her question.