Chapter 4The Genius Slacker

A string of wails echoed through the living room. I could almost see Leo's mental breakdown playing out before me.

An unusual silence filled the room.

Arthur straightened his back: "I'm done eating. Take your time."

With that, he got up and strode out the door to go to work.

There was an inexplicable feeling that he had suddenly been injected with chicken blood (motivation).

And Grace, who had been full of drama, also suddenly quieted down.

I looked thoughtful.

That child I was switched with, the former Sterling heiress, now Leo's biological sister.

Is she really that intimidating?

Under Leo's continuous bombardment of messages, I learned just how intense Chloe was.

Not only did she stay up late writing business plans, but she also non-stop renovated the facilities, implementing scientific breeding and scientific slaughtering.

She was also very willing to lower herself, personally going to Dad Miller's pork stall to inspect, helping sell pork for three days, and then setting about implementing reforms.

I have to say, the reformed pork stall was elevated by more than one level, and business was much better than before.

It was just tough on Leo, who became the only usable soldier under Chloe's command.

But that wasn't the scariest part. The scariest part was that the Miller family's pork stall was merely Chloe's side hustle. Her main job was being a project group leader at the Sterling Group.

This was a position she earned step-by-step, starting from a low-level employee after applying with her resume when she turned eighteen. At the time, absolutely no one knew she was the Sterling heiress.

Terrifying.

I suddenly understood Arthur's sense of urgency this morning.

With such a hyper-competitive sister by his side, constantly threatening his CEO throne, how could he possibly act domineering?

But now that she's replaced by me, a slacker sister, he probably doesn't have to worry about that anymore.

The domineering CEO brother goes to work to support the family; I slump on the sofa playing on my phone.

Grace finishes her piano practice.

I'm slumped on the sofa.

Grace finishes her dance class.

I'm slumped on the sofa.

Grace learns to make desserts with Maria.

I flipped over.

"Sister, you..." Grace, holding a plate of freshly baked cookies, walked up to me, hesitating to speak.

My fingers tapped on the screen, not noticing the humanoid creature beside me at all.

A hint of annoyance flashed across Grace's pretty face, and her pitch suddenly rose.

"Sister, even though the Sterling family has money, we should still enrich ourselves and not waste time." She paused, bit her lip, and continued.

"Maybe the environment you were in before was too poor, and you haven't seen truly excellent people, so your horizons are limited. You're used to the bottom-feeder state of just eating and waiting to die, but—" She suddenly emphasized her tone, clenching her fists and glaring at me indignantly.

"That's no excuse for your degradation!"

I looked up blankly: "What is she saying?"

Grace frowned, and just as she was about to speak again, a familiar voice suddenly came from the phone.

"She's been like this since she was little: can't grasp the main point, lacks logic, and uses vague semantics."

Chloe, on the other side of the screen, paused and added a little more weight to her tone.

"Grace, have all those years of English classes been a waste?

"How did your English teacher teach you, or is there a problem with your learning? Otherwise, for someone as old as you, how can you not even speak clearly?"

"Sis... Sister?"

Grace's face turned pale, her whole body tense, and she subconsciously stood up straight.

Chloe's words seemed to hit her hard. She turned around and walked away, looking totally lost.

Chloe thanked me over the phone.

"The system you built is very easy to use. Leo wasn't wrong, you really are good at this."

I gave a noncommittal response.

Before ending the call, Chloe remembered something and gave me a warning.

"In a few days, Mom and Dad... Mr. and Mrs. Sterling will be back. They are very different people from the Miller parents. You'd better prepare yourself mentally."

Different how? Are they not human?

I thought about it for two seconds, then completely tossed it to the back of my mind.