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

Coach Young’s face fell. It was hard to tell if he was angry at the people on the other end of the line, or at the mess with Mia Warren.

Ultimately, Coach Young said, "Alright, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. You all just keep her stable for me."

After he spoke, he turned his head and saw Chloe Sinclair’s dark eyes fixed on him, unblinking, like a deep abyss. His heart skipped a beat.

"Wh-what is it?"

Coach Young looked incredibly awkward.

So, Chloe Sinclair asked, "Coach Young, what’s happened?"

Chloe Sinclair’s voice was soft yet chilly, and for some reason, it made Coach Young feel a little scared.

Moreover, looking into Chloe Sinclair’s eyes, Coach Young felt as if he had nowhere to hide from the young woman before him.

"It’s nothing. The organizing committee suddenly called me into a meeting, so I’m in a bit of a hurry. Chloe, how about you keep an eye on things here for me?"

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on Chloe Sinclair’s face. "Funny, I don’t remember hearing anything about the organizing committee during that call."

"You heard?"

Coach Young’s pupils constricted. He instinctively glanced at his phone, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

’Don’t tell me I accidentally put it on speaker just now?’

His heart tightened at the thought.

"Coach Young, don’t doubt yourself. My hearing has been exceptionally sharp since I was a child. I heard everything from the call."

As she spoke, Chloe Sinclair saw Shawn Styles just about to run past her spot. She waved him over. "Shawn Styles, could you come here for a second?"

Hearing his name, Shawn Styles didn’t break stride, simply veering off course, hopping the metal railing, and jogging up to Chloe Sinclair.

"What’s up?"

Chloe Sinclair handed him the papers she was holding. "Coach Young and I have an emergency and need to step out. Have everyone follow the training plans here. If anyone has questions, just have them message me. Don’t worry, I’ll be back tonight."

Shawn Styles frowned instinctively. "What kind of emergency? I’ll go with you."

In the past, whenever anything came up, Coach Young would always take him along.

It made no sense that Professor Young would stop taking him just because Chloe Sinclair had arrived.

"Not this time. You have to take good care of these. I pulled several all-nighters writing this plan myself."

Hearing this, Shawn Styles’s gaze shifted to the thick stack of papers in his hands, and he gave a solemn nod.

"But..."

"If you don’t take charge, we can’t possibly let Julian Dawson do it, right?"

Seeing Shawn Styles still hesitating, Chloe Sinclair quickly added.

They both glanced in the direction she indicated. Before Shawn Styles could even speak, they heard Coach Young roar at Julian Dawson, who was slacking off in the distance, "Julian Dawson! Just you wait! I’ll kill you when I get back!"

Shawn Styles: "..."

Chloe Sinclair shrugged, her expression the picture of innocence. "So, that just leaves you."

With that, Shawn Styles had no choice but to agree.

However, as he watched the retreating figures of Chloe Sinclair and Professor Young hurrying away, a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes.

—

She and Professor Young went to the underground garage and found one of the athletics team’s dedicated vehicles.

Professor Young was about to get into the driver’s seat, but Chloe Sinclair beat him to it.

"Professor Young, I’ll drive."

Professor Young didn’t think anything of it.

As long as Chloe Sinclair had a license, it didn’t matter who was driving.

However, once they were on the road, Professor Young started to regret it.

Chloe Sinclair managed to turn what should have been a fifteen-minute drive into five.

With a single drift, Chloe Sinclair slid the car into a parking space without any need for slow maneuvering.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and, following the system’s directions, finally found Mia Warren on the rooftop, in the middle of an emotional breakdown.