Chapter 342 - 341: Younger Brother
There was one last class left in the semester, but Chloe Sinclair figured she probably wouldn’t make it, so she had requested time off in advance.
Having just finished an exam, the professor didn’t mind and approved her request right away.
When she arrived at the base of The School of Physics building, Chloe Sinclair immediately spotted Ryan Sinclair standing by the fountain.
Chloe Sinclair’s eyes darkened, becoming as still as a deep pool. She walked up to Ryan Sinclair and demanded, "What are you doing here?"
Ryan Sinclair was average-looking. He wore a gaudy, padded floral jacket and cropped pants, leaving his ankles exposed despite the sub-zero temperature.
He had been loafing about for a while, so when he suddenly saw a pretty girl standing before him, it took him a moment to register.
Chloe Sinclair’s transformation from a year and a half ago was nothing short of earth-shattering.
She had let her hair grow long, her jet-black eyes were no longer listless as they once were, and her face was no longer sallow and gaunt from chronic malnutrition.
Ryan Sinclair didn’t recognize her at first and gave a flirtatious whistle.
Chloe Sinclair furrowed her brow and couldn’t help but ask, "Ryan Sinclair, are you sick in the head?"
Ryan Sinclair froze, his pupils contracting. He stared at Chloe Sinclair as if he were seeing a monster.
"You’re..."
"Chloe Sinclair."
Hearing that vaguely familiar voice, Ryan Sinclair was so startled he stumbled back two steps, feeling more and more like he was seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
"You’re Chloe Sinclair?"
He found it hard to believe that the stunning girl before him was his sister-in-name, the one who was supposed to be ugly as sin.
Seeing the scorn in Ryan Sinclair’s eyes, Chloe Sinclair scoffed inwardly. She fixed him with a cold stare and asked in a low voice, "What, don’t I look the part?"
Ryan Sinclair wanted to scream.
’They’re two completely different people, okay?’
’That sister of his wore ill-fitting clothes every day, her hair was a rat’s nest, and aside from a halfway decent voice, she had zero redeeming qualities.’
Thinking of the voice, Ryan Sinclair replayed it in his head. He suddenly realized the voice of the woman before him was nearly identical to that of his useless sister.
"You..."
Ryan Sinclair was from the south and stood only five-foot-four. Over the past year, he’d probably come into a good bit of money and lived quite comfortably, as his body had begun to expand sideways.
Chloe Sinclair looked down on him, then suddenly let out a laugh, but the sound was chillingly cold. "What’s the matter? Didn’t expect this, did you?"
Seeing Ryan Sinclair’s pupils constrict in shock, a sudden thrill of vengeance washed over her.
Chloe Sinclair didn’t have a single shred of affection for this younger brother of hers.
Her adoptive parents had their son late in life, and he was their only biological child. Though they loved to gamble, they also spoiled Ryan Sinclair rotten.
Chloe Sinclair had never been the favorite, and after Ryan Sinclair was born, her position in the family became even more precarious.
For as long as she could remember, her life had been dominated by Ryan Sinclair.
She had detested him since childhood but could never escape him.
She had tried to voice her discontent many times, only to be beaten black and blue by her adoptive father.
As a result, when she grew up, she became increasingly afraid of interacting with other people.
In her past life, however, Ryan Sinclair hadn’t ended up well.
Ryan Sinclair had been the family’s precious treasure since he was a child, so his adoptive parents never placed any academic expectations on him.
When they were young, Ryan Sinclair would start a fight with someone, but if he lost, his adoptive parents would march down to the school and insist it was the other kid’s fault.
Under this kind of coddling, Ryan Sinclair somehow made it to high school.
On his college entrance exams, he scored less than a hundred on the science section and couldn’t even get into a vocational college.
Not that Ryan Sinclair himself enjoyed school anyway. After getting his high school diploma, he just started gambling every day with his adoptive father.