All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 321 - Chapter 328

Driana picked up her bag, shot Hazel one friendly look, and walked out.The door closed.Hazel stood very still for a second. Then she quietly gathered the afternoon correspondence from the corner of the table and walked toward the door herself, still visibly pink."I'll get these filed," she said, not quite meeting his eyes."Hazel."She paused."The question about the newest entity," Maxwell said. "That was the thread I needed."She looked at him over her shoulder. The pink deepened slightly. Then she nodded once and walked out.Maxwell looked at the table of documents.He had a gap to close. And now he knew exactly where to look.___Three days later he had closed it.The fourth entity - Solace Meridian Partners, registered eight months ago and set up in less than two weeks from filing to activation - had one error buried inside its incorporation documents. A signatory name on the third page that didn't match the listed director. A real name. A name that, when run through Kieran's

THREE WEEKS LATER - THE WEDDING DAYThe three weeks moved faster than Maxwell liked. If it was up to him he would have stopped time so this day would never come. The day where he was going to get married to Driana Garcia. In life, marriage was supposed to be special to Maxwell and he would have liked it if he got married to someone he found special, but apparently he didn't have that luxury.Maxwell stood in front of the full-length mirror in the private suite of The Avalon Grand and said nothing for a long moment.The suit was black, custom made. Cut so precisely it could have been sewn onto him. The white shirt beneath it was perfectly neat and fitting. He looked handsome as usual. And objectively, like a man getting married.He felt like a man about to close a very significant corporate deal.Both things were technically true."You've got the jacket slightly off on the left shoulder," Julian said from behind him.He stepped forward and adjusted it without asking permission. Maxwel

Five months had passed since Maxwell Sterling married Driana Garcia.Five months since the wedding that had shaken two families, silenced half of high society, and given the media enough material to feast on for weeks.For a while, the entire country had treated the marriage like a national event. People wanted photographs. Interviews. Appearances. A glimpse of the newlyweds leaving a restaurant together. A single blurry image of Maxwell and Driana standing beside each other was enough to make gossip blogs write ten different stories about their supposed romance.After all, Maxwell Sterling was not the average newlywed, he was a Sterling, the heir to a multi trillion family.Unfortunately for them, Maxwell and Driana had no interest in helping anyone sell a love story.In that time, how many nights had the newlyweds actually spent under the same roof? Not one single night.Who would have guessed that the marriage everyone envied was, behind closed doors, barely a marriage at all?Afte

The next morning, Sterling headquarters looked less like a corporate building and more like the center of the country.Security had tripled overnight, and it showed. Black cars moved in and out of the private entrance in a steady, restless line. Assistants crossed the lobby with tablets pressed to their chests, panic hidden behind professional smiles that were starting to crack at the edges. Florists carried arrangements through the side doors like they were smuggling contraband. Event coordinators argued in sharp whispers near the elevators. Men in expensive suits stood in corners, speaking low, pretending not to stare at the cameras already being rigged up outside.By tomorrow, the official ceremony would take place.By tomorrow, Maxwell Sterling would no longer be acting on behalf of Sterling Industries.He would be Sterling Industries.The announcement had already become the most anticipated event in the country, and it showed no signs of slowing down. Business leaders were flying