All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 401 - Chapter 406

Hazel leaned towards the phone.“The proposal includes thirty million for modernisation and another thirty million through the expansion facility. I’ll ask Legal and Finance what support can be made available under the order.”“The new equipment can wait,” Imogen replied. “Right now, I need to keep the workers we already have.”Bell’s employees had not concealed agreements or dragged anyone into court. Yet they were the ones whose wages were becoming uncertain!Sterling could afford to argue in court for months. Bell could not tell hundreds of workers to wait that long for their wages. What use would Maxwell’s promised contract be if the factory had already closed by the time he could give it to them?Maxwell looked at Hazel.“Get Philip’s figures. Wages, urgent supplier payments, everything they need to keep operating. I want a funding proposal today that our lawyers have checked against the order.”Victoria turned to Hazel. “Have Finance join you. Philip needs an answer today.”Maxw

Arthur had been watching the broadcast from down the hall. To an old-guard director who cared only about smooth quarterly dividends and avoiding friction, this was an absolute catastrophe. In his mind, an untested heir had picked a fight with an established partner, walked into court, and gotten humiliated in front of the entire country during his very first week in office. “Maxwell!” Arthur called out, stopping five feet from the desk and pointing a finger at the blank screen. “Have you seen what is happening outside?! The whole city is laughing at us! Channel Eight just broadcast Jay Harcourt claiming our entire initiative is dead!” Maxwell remained seated behind the desk. He did not look flustered by Arthur and the other two seniors Aura’s. Hell he did not even look particularly interested in speaking to Arthur right now. And that was because at this point, Maxwell was simply tired of Arthur running into his office every time someone outside Sterling Industries made enoug

The judge reached for her handbag. “I should head back. I have an early docket tomorrow morning.”“Wait a moment,” her brother said.He reached inside his heavy wool coat and pulled out three thick, bulging envelopes. Without a word, he dropped them flat onto the white tablecloth.The judge froze.The comfortable smile on her face vanished instantly. “What is that?”“A little something for you,” her brother replied smoothly.He pushed the envelopes across the table until they rested inches from her hand.She did not touch them. Instead, she leaned back against her chair, her expression freezing over.“Take those back right now.”“Come on,” her brother said with a helpless chuckle. “Don't be like that.”“I said take them back.”The warmth between siblings had evaporated. Her voice was colder than ice.“Why are you making this difficult?” her brother asked, leaning back.“Because I agreed to do you a favor,” she said, staring straight into his eyes. “I never agreed to be paid for it!”W