All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

That evening, Maxwell and Julian sat alone in the vast lobby of Sterling Tower.Most of the corporate employees had already gone home for the night. The long reception desk stood completely empty, several overhead lights had been dimmed, and the city lights glowed through the towering glass walls.Both men had come downstairs intending to leave. Maxwell was waiting for Hazel, who was handling some last-minute paperwork upstairs before they could head out together.Anyone watching them from a distance would have thought they were two brothers who had grown up together under the same roof.Yet less than a year ago, such a scene would have been completely impossible!When Maxwell first arrived, Julian had barely considered him part of the family. He had questioned Maxwell's experience, doubted his capabilities, and openly resisted the idea of placing Sterling Industries into his hands.Now, here they were, sitting side by side in an empty corporate lobby without preparing for an argument

A bead of sweat broke out across Edmund’s forehead, soaking into his collar within seconds.His pulse hammered against his ribs like an iron drum.Did Maxwell already know?How could he possibly know?Gideon had walked out of this building with the encrypted drive less than ten hours ago. Not a single public announcement had been made. The transaction had taken place behind closed doors on the top floor in absolute secrecy.As it should have. Edmund had zero legal excuse to surrender Sterling’s proprietary files. Handing eleven years of confidential blueprints to Marchmont House was outright industrial espionage, an offense that would bury Edmund and the Harcourt Group in federal criminal indictments.Was someone leaking information? Beside him, the driver noticed Edmund standing motionless on the steps.“Chairman Harcourt, is everything alright?” the driver asked, leaning closer with genuine concern. “Should I bring the car up to the curb?”Edmund felt his blood run cold.“Shh!” Edmu

Edmund pulled his phone from his coat and dialed Dorian Zenith's private number directly.He pressed the phone to his ear as he stepped back inside the lobby, his heart hammering against his ribs. The line rang once, twice, then a third time.Nobody answered!The call went straight to a dead tone without Dorian picking up!Edmund lowered his hand, his face darkening with anger. When Dorian Zenith wanted eleven years of Sterling blueprints, he had marched into Harcourt headquarters without an appointment! Now that the Zeniths had the drive in their hands, Dorian would not even pick up the phone!Dominic walked over from the entrance, his face still pale under the lobby lights."Uncle, how did Maxwell know?" Dominic asked, his voice shaking with tension.Edmund spun around, glaring furiously at Dominic!"How would I know?!" Edmund barked, his anger echoing across the marble hall. "Do I look like I sit inside Sterling Tower?! Only a handful of people even knew that archive left technical

Bryce's fist shot straight toward Evander's nose.Bryce had played varsity sports in university and spent plenty of hours in the gym. With the alcohol pumping through his veins, he put every ounce of his weight behind that swing, fully expecting to knock that smug smile right off Evander's face.Yet to Evander, the punch looked almost laughable.Before Bryce's arm had even extended halfway, Evander had already read the trajectory of his shoulder. He did not raise a hand to block. He did not even pull his left hand out of his trouser pocket.He simply tilted his head two inches to the side.Whoosh.Bryce's knuckles grazed past Evander's cheek, punching nothing but empty air.Because Bryce had thrown his entire body weight into the strike, missing completely threw him off balance. His eyes widened as he stumbled forward."That was a little slow, wasn't it?" Evander asked, his voice right beside Bryce's ear.Before Bryce could pull his arm back to swing again, a dark figure appeared at E

Outside the night club, Bryce sat inside the leather cabin of his luxury sedan, which he had parked across the street from the entrance, with the engine idling.His back still throbbed with pain from crashing through the VIP table, and his designer shirt reeked of spilled whiskey. Every few seconds, his bloodshot eyes darted toward the glowing front entrance of the nightclub with pure hatred burning in his pupils.Tonight's humiliation had pushed him over the edge, yet his rage went far deeper than a single brawl over a woman.The truth was that Bryce had never liked Evander at all. Even back in their university days, Bryce had hated him to the bone. Bryce had grown up surrounded by flatterers who treated him like royalty, yet Evander had always looked right through him as if he were invisible. No matter what Bryce bought, who he knew, or how loudly he boasted, Evander always wore that lazy smile that made Bryce feel like an inferior clown.Three years had passed, and Evander still da