All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Call the police on him? For trespassing?Maxwell did not expect this to get to this point. Never had he imagined that he would meet a hostile guard at the entrance. Nonetheless, he was still Maxwell Sterling, so he was not concerned about what would happen if the man actually called the police.“You don’t have to believe me,” Maxwell said. “You only have to make one call.”The guard shook his head, not agreeing with him. “I’m not disturbing the factory manager because some stranger bought himself a nice jacket and learned the name of a billionaire,” he replied. “Now leave before I actually call the police.”Maxwell remained where he was.Stopping him from entering without permission was understandable. Bell Precision manufactured sensitive industrial component, and the guard would have been failing at his job if he allowed an unidentified stranger through the gate simply because that stranger claimed to be important.However, refusing to verify his identity was something else entire

That same afternoon, Jay Harcourt was drinking with three of his oldest friends inside a private VIP room at one of the most exclusive members’ clubs in the city.The club was usually quiet during the afternoon, which was precisely why they preferred meeting there. There were no crowds, no curious strangers and nobody attempting to join their table simply because they recognised the Harcourt name.None of them held the kind of jobs that required them to explain where they were. They had been drinking since half past four.They were laughing about a man called Foster, who had spent two years telling everybody he was about to buy a hotel chain and had instead lost most of his money on it.“He was still talking about it last month,” Warren said. “He stood there at the Downtown dinner telling me about his expansion plans!”“What expansion?” Leon asked. “He sold his house.”“He did not.”“He absolutely did. His wife told my sister,” Leon replied.Everybody found that extremely funny.Jay t

“How?” Jay demanded. “Those agreements weren’t signed through Harcourt Manufacturing.”“They traced the two subsidiaries back to the Harcourt Group,” his uncle explained. “They know who owns them, where the money went and which executives approved the agreements.”The private room had fallen silent again.This time, it was not because Jay had ordered everyone to stop talking. Warren, Leon and Elliot were watching him. They could not hear what his uncle was saying, but they recognised the sudden fear on Jay’s face.“Who authorised the termination?” Jay asked.“Who else? Maxwell Sterling,” his uncle replied.The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable.Hearing that name transformed Jay’s shock into anger. He had never even met Maxwell, but he already hated him.“That bastard has been running the company for less than a week,” Jay said.“He is still the chief executive,” his uncle reminded him.“Call Victoria Sterling,” Jay demanded. “She won’t allow him to destroy an eleven-year relati

Maxwell lowered his eyes towards the finger pointed at his chest.“Who do I think I am?” he repeated.He lifted his gaze back to Jay.“I’m the chief executive of the company whose employees you just threatened. Remove your finger from my face.”Jay stared at him in disbelief.“Or what?” he challenged.The Sterling security guards immediately moved closer.Hazel also stepped forward, positioning herself beside Maxwell rather than behind him.Maxwell remained completely motionless.“You’re standing inside my building, surrounded by my security,” he reminded Jay. “Do you really need me to explain what happens next?”Jay looked around.The two guards he had threatened were now joined by four others. None of them appeared intimidated by his name or his family.After several seconds, Jay finally lowered his hand. He had no intention of testing whether the six guards would act.However, his anger did not disappear.“You think hiding behind security makes you powerful?” he asked.“Hiding from

Two other guards turned towards the Harcourt lawyers.The lead attorney raised one hand before either guard could speak.“That won’t be necessary,” he said. “We’ll leave on our own.”He closed the folder in his hands and walked towards the entrance. His colleagues followed, preserving what remained of their dignity after their client had been dragged from the building.The glass doors closed behind them.___Less than an hour after Sterling security dragged Jay Harcourt onto the pavement, he stood inside the formal living room of the Harcourt family estate, furiously retelling everything that had happened.Almost every senior member of the family had gathered after learning that Sterling Industries had terminated their agreement. Some occupied the leather sofas arranged around the room, while others stood near the fireplace or spoke quietly beside the windows.The Harcourts did not gather at the family estate every time one of their companies encountered a problem.This was different.