All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

The mention of Theo made Camille remember that Maxwell did care genuinely after all. Of course he did. Not that long ago, he was the one who helped Theo find his way back home. She realized that even though Maxwell was incredibly annoying, he wasn't completely heartless.Still, her massive pride completely blocked her from accepting his help, even though she knew deep down that a billionaire like him could save the orphanage with a single check.Also, she kind of hated him because she felt that he was to blame for this situation.She bit her lip, looking thoroughly defeated and miserable as she turned her face away from him entirely, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down."She won't tell you, Maxwell, so I will," Driana sighed, stepping forward and shaking her head in frustration. She looked at Camille with a heavy mixture of exasperation and genuine worry. "Camille’s orphanage is going completely bankrupt. Her family cut her off entirely from the estate accou

Far away from the comfort of the Sterling Industries conference room, in a cramped and run-down stretch of warehouses near the very edge of the state line, Frank Delacroix was running for his life.His lungs burned with every ragged breath he dragged in, and his expensive dress shoes, the same shoes he had once worn so proudly to manage one of the most profitable facilities in the entire Sterling empire, slapped uselessly against the cracked concrete as he sprinted down a narrow alley between two abandoned storage buildings. Behind him, the harsh, blinding beams of half a dozen flashlights cut through the gathering evening gloom, and the voices of the federal agents pursuing him rang out sharp and commanding through the still air."Federal agents! Stop running and get on the ground! There is nowhere left for you to go!"But Frank had absolutely no intention of stopping, because stopping meant the end of everything, and a man with nothing left to lose will keep running long past the p

Victoria broke the heavy silence Julian left behind, turning to the remaining board members with a casual, professional smile. "I apologize for the disruption, ladies and gentlemen. Let's call it a day. Our legal team already has everything they need to proceed against Frank."The executives murmured their agreement, shutting their laptops and gathering their folders before filtering out of the room. Maxwell didn't stay behind to chat. He caught Kieran's eye, gave him a brief nod of thanks for the support, and walked back to his office.The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. Maxwell spent his time going over the work files Natasha had sent, while Hazel worked quietly at her desk outside, keeping his schedule clear of any more uninvited family drop-ins. By six o'clock, the high-rise office had emptied out.Maxwell left the building, took the private elevator down to the garage, and drove the McLaren home. He arrived at home. Maxwell tossed his suit jacket onto the large white sofa

"No reason?" Ramon scoffed, stopping to look at his wife.Was she serious right now? Had she not heard a single word he just said? The walls were practically closing in on them and there she sat, sipping champagne like they were discussing the weather. How could she possibly be this calm when their entire world was about to come crashing down?"Debra, he knows exactly who paid him. He has details."Debra nearly rolled her eyes. Details. What details, exactly? Honestly, sometimes she wondered how the men in this family had survived as long as they had without her. They panicked at the first sign of trouble, all noise and no thought, while she was the one who actually had to sit down and figure out how to keep them out of a prison cell. She was a lawyer. She had spent thirty years watching men far more dangerous than Frank Delacroix try and fail to build cases that would actually stick. Did none of them understand how the law actually worked? An accusation was not a conviction. A man'

The heavy iron door of the interrogation room clicked shut, sealing Julian and Frank inside with the cold, dead scent of cheap bleach and old sweat.Frank didn't look up right away. He kept his eyes locked on his cuffed hands, his shoulders were raised and the upper body was bent forward, creating a rounded curve in the upper back so tight it looked ready to snap.He knew Julian. He knew the cold and effortless way the younger man moved through corporate spaces.Julian was the last sterling Frank expected to deal with. And seeing him here, under the faint light of the interrogation room, made Frank’s stomach drop into a empty, freezing pit.Julian glanced at the seat In front of him but he didn't sit down. He just stood there for a long moment, looking at Frank like he was a broken piece of machinery that had outlived its usefulness."Eight years, Frank," Julian said. His voice was dangerously quiet, lacking any of the warmth or casual friendliness he had used during their golf club l