From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427: Chapter 427: Constantly Making Trouble

Even Hailey Beckett was starting to wonder if Nina Sinclair had a screw loose.

Among the four regular guests, Hailey’s celebrity status was the lowest, yet Nina Sinclair had just skipped over several senior celebrities to say she liked her.

This went beyond a simple lack of social awareness.

And that was precisely why Hailey Beckett rejected Nina Sinclair’s request without a second thought.

Nina Sinclair’s face went pale at the rejection. This time, she’d apparently learned her lesson and just stood to the side, silent.

The viewers watching the livestream were roaring with laughter.

Nina Sinclair’s personal stream, in particular, had already amassed a surprising 200,000 viewers.

Of course, most of them were there to mock her.

"This character, Nina Sinclair, is killing me."

"You fake fan."

"Hailey Beckett: I’ve never been so speechless in my life."

"The three senior celebs: Ugh, what a jinx!"

"I know this is mean, but after watching that whole chain of baffling behavior, I just want to beg Nina Sinclair to see a psychiatrist if she has the money. If she’s really broke, I’ll even pitch in. We can crowdfund a specialist appointment for her. I seriously never imagined a person’s brain could be so broken. Of course, if she really does have a mental illness, then forgive my rudeness."

"LMAO at the comment above. But hey, if we’re crowdfunding, count me in."

"Nina Sinclair is getting weirder and weirder."

"Thanks to Nina Sinclair, I’m actually kind of looking forward to this season of the show. Hahaha, I think there’s something wrong with me."

"Say no more, I’m starting to get excited too."

"Looking forward to it +1."

"I get a strange sense of satisfaction from watching Nina Sinclair get put in her place."

"I have a feeling Nina Sinclair is going to cause more drama."

"It’s not a ’feeling,’ it’s a fact. Trust yourself, girl. The real question is: what kind of drama will Nina Sinclair cause next?"

"Nina Sinclair’s agent: Ugh, what a jinx."

"Haha, don’t worry, she’s industry royalty. Her agent wouldn’t dare scold her."

The tone of the online comments shifted incredibly fast.

Not everyone could understand what the audience found so entertaining.

Case in point: people were now actually looking forward to what Nina Sinclair would do next.

Next, it was time for the room selection segment.

Instead of organizing a game, the production team had them decide with a simple game of rock-paper-scissors.

The production team had prepared seven sets of accommodations. The best was a small, fully equipped country villa. The worst was a small, mud-brick hut.

Even Gabriel Sinclair started to worry when he heard it would all come down to rock-paper-scissors.

"What do I do? I don’t want to live in the mud-brick hut."

When Gabriel Sinclair had just debuted, Ms. Mayfield had tricked him into joining a rural-themed variety show. His celebrity status was low back then, so he was assigned directly to a mud-brick hut.

The hut was actually quite large and built on high ground, standing a full four or five meters tall. But after years of wind and sun, large cracks had formed, and chunks of dirt would occasionally fall from the ceiling while he slept.

It scared the young master so much that he grabbed his bedding and slept on the concrete ground outside for seven straight nights.

After that, Gabriel Sinclair rarely participated in variety shows.

After all, some directors would stop at nothing for ratings.

It was the first time Chloe Sinclair had seen Gabriel Sinclair so nervous, so she could only comfort him, "Don’t worry. If you get the mud-brick hut, you can just move in with me."

Gabriel Sinclair’s eyes instantly welled with tears. He looked like he was about to grab Chloe Sinclair and start bawling.

"Sis, you’re the best."

With that said, he wasn’t nearly as worried anymore.

Once the rock-paper-scissors began, both of their luck proved to be quite good.

In the first round, neither of them was eliminated.

Gabriel Sinclair was so excited he scooped Chloe Sinclair up in a hug, laughing and jumping for joy.

"Haha, the heavens haven’t forsaken me!"

But Gabriel Sinclair’s joy was short-lived; he lost in the second round.

The house he ended up with was barely an upgrade from the mud-brick hut, which was at least a small comfort to Nina Sinclair.

Meanwhile, Chloe Sinclair, living up to everyone’s hopes, won the best house.

As for Nina Sinclair, she was eliminated in the first round.

Staring at the picture of the dilapidated house she’d won, Nina Sinclair was on the verge of tears.

’Joseph Shaw is the biggest investor! How dare these people treat me like this!’

At this point, Nina Sinclair was still oblivious to her online reputation. All she felt was indignation at being slighted.

Just as she was about to go back to her house, Chloe Sinclair suddenly asked, "Director, would it be against the rules if I let my brother come live in my house?"

Simon Lawson paused. He thought for a moment; there didn’t seem to be any rule against it.

So he nodded. "You can."

Chloe Sinclair breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at her dejected brother and said, "Bro, let’s stay together."

Gabriel Sinclair’s eyes lit up. He grabbed his suitcase and hurried to Chloe Sinclair’s side, like a husky wagging its tail for all it was worth.

Seeing this, Nina Sinclair frowned and piped up, "Director Lawson, my room is too run-down. Can I switch rooms?"

She said it as if it were the most natural request in the world.

But Simon Lawson hated this kind of person the most.

Back then, Gabriel Sinclair had been put through the wringer by a production team, yet he had gritted his teeth and slept outside for seven days just to see the show through to the end.

Now, faced with a similar problem, Nina Sinclair was demanding he switch her room as if it were her right.

Director Lawson narrowed his eyes and asked from behind the camera, "How would you like to switch?"

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