All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

“He called our family parasites!” he shouted. “Do you still expect me to stand there calmly after that? He told everyone that Harcourt Manufacturing had done nothing for Sterling Industries in eleven years. Then he turned his back on me and ordered his guards to throw me out as though I were beneath his attention!”The room became quiet.Even Janice’s controlled expression changed slightly.Her brother lifted his gaze.“He called the Harcourts parasites?” the older man asked.“Yes,” Jay answered. “He stood in front of dozens of people and said it directly to my face.”“What else did he reveal?” Dominic asked.Jay’s teeth grinded. “He knew how much Sterling paid us last year. He knew how much of the manufacturing was performed by Bell Precision and how much Bell was paid.”A few relatives exchanged uneasy glances.“He announced the figures publicly?” the patriarch asked.“One hundred and sixty-eight million from Sterling,” Jay said bitterly. “Fifty-two million paid to Bell.”“And the Z

Jay stopped pacing.“Why?”“If Sterling refuses to restore our agreement, Bell Precision may soon become useless to us,” his uncle said. “Its value came from its ability to manufacture the components we supplied to Sterling. Without that work, there is little strategic reason for this family to bind itself to the Bells through marriage.”Jay stared at him.Janice’s expression hardened again.“He is choosing a wife,” she said to her brother. “He is not acquiring another subsidiary.”“In this family, marriage has never been entirely separate from business,” the patriarch replied. “Pretending otherwise would be dishonest.”“I decided to marry Imogen before that bastard known as Maxwell terminated anything,” Jay said. “That contract has nothing to do with this.”His uncle remained unmoved. “Then you should consider whether your decision still makes sense.”“I’ve been in love with Imogen for years,” Jay said. His voice rose as his frustration returned.“I don’t care if Bell Precision loses e

The following morning, the lights inside Sterling Industries’ boardroom were already blazing before most of the company’s employees had arrived for work.Every director had been summoned with less than an hour’s notice. The heads of the departments responsible for Sterling’s suppliers, finances and legal affairs had also been called in.Thick copies of the court papers filed by the Harcourts rested before every seat around the long table. Three of Sterling’s senior lawyers occupied additional chairs near the presentation screen, while Natasha stood beside them with another stack of documents in her hands.Steam rose from untouched cups of coffee.Nobody had reached for one.Sterling Industries did not summon its entire board before the working day began because of an ordinary disagreement. Some problems could be handled through emails, private meetings and carefully written statements.This was not one of them.The Harcourts had filed their case shortly after two that morning. By seve

Julian leaned forward.“Maxwell did not create an enemy yesterday,” he said, looking around the table. “He exposed one that had already chosen Zenith. If we restore the Harcourt agreement because they threatened us with court, every supplier working with Sterling will learn that our contracts only matter until violating them becomes profitable.”Julian’s intervention carried more weight than simple family support.Everyone around the table remembered how openly he had questioned Maxwell in the past. Julian had doubted his experience, challenged his judgement and once resisted the idea that Marcus Sterling’s son was prepared to hold power inside the company.He was not a man who supported Maxwell automatically.That meant Maxwell had convinced him.And if one of Maxwell’s strongest former doubters now believed terminating the Harcourts was necessary, the directors still opposing him had to consider whether they were the ones failing to understand what was happening.That ended the argu

Meanwhile. Elsewhere, Bell Precision’s headquarters occupied four floors of a modest business building. It lacked the financial district’s grandeur, but the Bells owned it.Philip Bell paced in front of his daughter’s desk. Maxwell Sterling’s unexpected visit had kept him worried since the previous afternoon. Sterling Industries had no direct agreement with Bell Precision, which meant its chief executive had no ordinary reason to inspect their factory personally. Philip could only assume Maxwell had found a problem.“Dear…” Philip stopped before he had even finished his sentence. He sighed and then continued, “You don't understand. He inspected the entire production floor,” he continued. “Every machine. He asked about rejected components, staff training and how much unused capacity we have.”Imogen sat behind her desk, listening to her father repeat the account for the third time. Since yesterday, she had seen how her dad was stressed after hearing about Maxwell Sterling's visit. And