From Trash to Titan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 270

Dorian looked like he had just stepped out of a private members club. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his light grey suit was cut from fabric so fine it barely creased as he moved, and he wore a heavy vintage gold watch that had probably belonged to his great-grandfather. He moved with the lazy, effortless elegance of someone whose family hadn't worried about money in three centuries. Not the hungry, aggressive energy of someone protecting an expanding empire. Something older than that. Something that didn't need to prove anything because it never had to.To Dorian, the Sterlings were aggressive merchants who had gotten lucky a few decades ago. New money. Loud, fast, and temporary. The Zenith family had dominated the city's elite since before anyone currently alive was born, and they despised how quickly the Sterlings had risen, and they absolutely hated that this upstart family had somehow grown wealthier and more powerful than them in a fraction of the time it had taken the Zen

"I'll see you tonight," Hazel said, struggling to contain the excitement in her voice.She pulled away from the curb and drove off, and in the rearview mirror she could see her mother still watching the car until it turned the corner and disappeared from sight.The next morning, the sun broke through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, waking Maxwell up before his alarm even had a chance to go off.He lay there for a minute, just staring at the ceiling.He got up, walked to the bathroom and took a hot shower, enjoying the endless water pressure that he still wasn't completely used to. He got dressed into his office attire, blue trousers and a matching jacket.After making a simple cup of coffee, Maxwell grabbed his phone, wallet, and car keys off the kitchen counter and headed down the private elevator to the underground garage.When the elevator doors slid open, he walked out into the cool, quiet space.The garage was mostly empty. The only person who was there was the sec

After hearing about frank. The hallway around Maxwell suddenly seemed very quiet. The casual chatter of employees walking past him faded into background noise. Frank was dead? It sounded very unreal and beyond anything that Maxwell could have thought would happen. The man who had held the match to the factory, the man who had traded his father’s legacy for offshore accounts, was gone before he could even spend a single night in a real cell."How?" Maxwell asked, his voice completely surprised."They found him in the holding area at the local field office," Natasha explained quietly. "They're claiming it was a sudden medical issue. Heart failure. But the details are incredibly vague. Victoria already knows. Just get up here."The line went dead.Maxwell stood still for a second, staring at the screen of his phone before slipping it back into his pocket. He turned back toward the private elevators, his mind already working through the pieces. Heart failure. A healthy, fifty-year-old

This all made Maxwell feel like he was sitting still inside a building that was quietly burning around him.But he understood. There genuinely wasn't much he could do right now. He didn't have the names. He didn't have the reach. Charging at a threat he couldn't see would only get him hurt, and Victoria knew that better than he did.He ate quickly and went back up to his office.Not long after he'd settled back behind his desk, the door opened and Julian walked in.Maxwell looked up at his cousin.Julian didn't sit. He stood in front of the desk with his arms loosely crossed, watching Maxwell with an expression that was equal parts expectant and impatient."Well?" Julian said. "Today's the day. You were supposed to bring proof that you were the one who turned Lexus Corporation around." He glanced around the desk, at the neat stacks of files and the closed laptop. "So where is it?"Maxwell stared at him for a second.And then it landed.He remembered that yesterday, Julian had challeng

Maxwell clicked the link to open the article. The report detailed a bitter, very public fallout between Marcus Sterling and the Patriarchy of the Lee family, an old-money dynasty that had completely dominated the city's manufacturing sector for generations before the Sterlings surpassed them. According to the article, the Lee family had attempted a hostile takeover of a major Sterling subsidiary. The move had ended in a brutal, multi-year legal battle that ultimately cost the Lee Group nearly a third of its entire market value.An unnamed source close to the family was quoted near the bottom of the page. The source stated that the Lees considered the financial loss a permanent insult to their family legacy one that they had absolutely no intention of forgetting.Maxwell stared closely at the glowing screen.The Lee family. He had not heard that name brought up a single time since he had arrived at the Sterling tower. But the timeline fit the situation perfectly. They were old, they