All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Maxwell glanced at Natasha. She looked cool with the glasses on, but he was concerned. He had never driven with a pair before, but he could imagine it wasn't as crystal clear as bare eyes and he didn't want to get into an accident. “Uh… aren't those distracting?” He asked. Natasha glanced at him, then said with a deadpan expression. "Yeah. Don't worry, they make everything look worse. I've only crashed twice the last two weeks,”Maxwell’s heart elevated a little in concern. Before he could say anything, she glanced at his expression and said, "I'm kidding. Polarized lenses. Cuts the glare. I can see perfectly fine.”Relieved to hear that, maxwell nodded.The drive was easy at first. Natasha had the radio on low and they talked about nothing in particular, the lunch at Victoria's, what Maxwell should expect from the afternoon.It was about ten minutes in when Maxwell's eyes drifted to the side mirror and stayed there.A grey police car had been driving two vehicles behind them since

“He is not my boyfriend," she said, her voice sounding cold and professional. "But he is with me. My name is Natasha and I work for the Sterling family, And right now you are interfering with a direct errand for Victoria Sterling."Victoria Sterling? What did their target, Maxwell, have to do with the Sterling family? Dale and Reyes exchanged a look as the name landed like a stone dropped into still water.Dale's hands, which had been hovering near his cuffs, fell to his side. Reyes, who had been about to step forward, didn't dare act on that thought. In this city the Sterling name carried more respect than any badge. It didn't sound right or fair, but that's just how it was. It was the kind of name that could end careers before the next morning's shift briefing even started."I don't care who….." Dale started, but the conviction had already fully drained from his voice. He sounded like a man trying to convince himself more than anyone else."You should care. And you should also think

Maxwell thought about it. He wanted to teach those people a lesson more than almost anything. Debra was his biological mother. The woman who was supposed to matter most to him. Instead she had made his life something he had to survive, not live. He had no mercy for her or Ramon or Matthew. None. But he didn't want to do this fast. He didn't want it over in a phone call. He wanted them to feel it the way he had felt things, slowly, completely, with no way out and no one coming to help. He wanted them to understand, when it was already too late, exactly who they had spent all those years mistreating.That was the kind of lesson that stayed with a person."Not yet," Maxwell said quietly. He picked up his fork. "When I go after them, I want them to see it coming and still not be able to stop it."The table went quiet for a moment. Even Julian, from across the table, looked up briefly before looking away again.Meanwhile at the police station. The two police officers who had been tailing

Ramon finally said, "They didn't arrest him."Debra's expression shifted. She now looked disappointed to hear this. "And… why not?” she asked. Although right now anger was already building up towards the chief of police for this failure.Some time passed and Ramon had filled Debra in on everything. Not just her but Vivien and Mathew were here now, and they were in disbelief at what they just heard. The living room of the mansion was silent, but it was the kind of silence that precedes a cataclysmic eruption. Debra Lexus as usual was the first to deny it and find excuses why Maxwell was still a loser. “Maxwell? That trash? That... that biological error I spent twenty-seven years trying to erase? Connected to the Sterlings? Ramon, have you lost your mind? Or has Morrison finally gone senile?”Vivien shared her sentiment. “I'm with you on this sister. There is no way.”"It's a trick," Matthew said, leaning forward. His pride was still raw and it showed in everything he did. "He found s

Julian had been focused on his food and clearly not paying attention to the conversation until his name landed directly in it. He looked up slowly."Soon," he said simply, and returned to his food."Soon," Isobelle repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You've been saying that since last Christmas.""And it's still going to be soon," Julian said, without looking up.Clara looked at Maxwell across the table and mouthed the word hopeless.Maxwell said nothing but looked down at his plate to hide the fact that he was almost smiling.Some time passed and lunch was finished.Maxwell spent some time with the family before he and Natasha eventually left. He had left his car back at Sterling Industries so Natasha drove him back there first.The drive back was quiet. Natasha had the radio on low and neither of them said much. When they arrived, Natasha walked inside the building and Maxwell went straight to his McLaren that he had packed in the garage.It was 3:24 pm when he got into his McLaren and d