All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Maxwell raised one hand slightly and continued.“It would be easy to describe tonight as an inheritance. In one sense, that is true. My father built this company. His blood runs through my veins, and his name is now mine.”He looked briefly toward Victoria.“But inheritance can only give a person ownership. It cannot give them judgment. It cannot give them competence. It cannot give them the loyalty of thousands of employees or the respect of a board.”His voice grew even more clear clear and deep.“Those things must be earned.”Julian watched him without blinking. When Maxwell first arrived, Julian didn't like him. However, that was not the case anymore. Julian had grown to understand that Maxwell might be Debra Lexus's son, but he was more like his father, Marcus, and the Sterling empire was in good hands. Also, Maxwell seemed to value Julian and the whole Sterling family, so he was one of them. There was nothing left to worry about.“I know what it means to build something and watc

Ignoring the murmurs, Sophia continued towards him.She was in deep green, and every camera in the room found her at once. She did not stop where strangers stop. She walked all the way up, put her hand on his arm, and fixed his collar where the microphone clip had pulled it out of place on stage."It was sitting like that the entire speech," she said. "Nobody told you.""Nobody did." Maxwell said."That's what I'm for." She said it with the smile that belonged to a private conversation, in a room holding a thousand people.Shocked looks appeared on the faces of the same people who were just speaking. After seeing this, it was confirmed to people that Sophia and Maxwell knew each other. And based on this, they were very close too. The whispering continued, and it spread through that corner of the ballroom like fire through dry grass.Near the back, the woman in white set her glass down hard enough that the stem nearly gave. She had spent the entire evening waiting for one opening to i

Maxwell stared down at the wooden box on the kitchen counter.What could possibly be hidden inside? Corporate documents? A secret will? A confession that could destroy high society? Nobody would lock something away in an iron-bound box for thirty full years unless it contained a massive secret!The last person to touch this box had been his father, Marcus Sterling. Thirty years ago, in a room Maxwell had never seen, Marcus had pressed the iron strip down and decided that no living soul would look inside it again.And now, Maxwell Sterling was the second person in history to touch it.He calmly worked the rusted metal strip loose. A sharp cracking sound echoed through the quiet kitchen, and the wooden lid lifted on the very first pull.However, the moment he looked inside, Maxwell felt completely disappointed!Sealed away for thirty years behind thick wood and iron was nothing impressive. There were no hidden keys, no offshore accounts, and no high-level leverage.There were only two f

After all the excitement of the coronation, Maxwell Sterling finally went to sleep.The next morning arrived, and he went through his usual routine. When he switched on the television, the entire city was still talking about him! Every financial outlet, every social network, every major newspaper had locked onto a single topic. Maxwell Sterling was officially the Chief Executive Officer of Sterling Industries.One panel had spent nine straight minutes analysing a single sentence from his speech. Another was replaying the moment Sophia Hawthorne said his first name in front of four hundred people.Maxwell grabbed his coat and keys and drove to the hotel where Victoria had scheduled family breakfast. He actually had four private drivers waiting outside his penthouse now. Four! Yet he still drove himself, because that forty-minute drive across the city was the only part of the day that truly belonged to him.The Ashford Hotel kept a private dining room on the top floor that the Sterling

When Dorian got arrested months ago, it came as a shock to him. First of all, he had been very careful and left no evidence, the only evidence that existed was the receipt, but even that was locked away in his office.Yet somehow, the case against him had been built on that same one single piece of evidence. The bank transaction receipt from a private institution in Zurich, four hundred and twenty thousand dollars, dated two days after a key federal witness died in his cell.Dorian had known that document existed, because he had placed it inside the leather folder on his desk himself. Paper was far safer than anything with a digital screen. That was the entire reason he used it.What he had never understood was how a clear photograph of that receipt ended up inside a federal file.Nobody had broken into that office! His own security team had confirmed it three times! No tripped alarms, no broken locks, nothing missing, not so much as a drawer left open. The leather folder had been sit