All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Brother Knox raised his arm, stopping the last five of his men from charging in to throw their lives away.The five thugs scrambled backward immediately, retreating behind Knox with pale faces.Knox stared hard at Reid, the vicious grin from earlier completely gone from his scarred face. He had spent fifteen years fighting in the underground streets of this city. One look at Reid's footwork and the terrifying force behind his strikes told him everything he needed to know."No wonder you dared to walk out the front door," Knox said, his eyes narrowing as he studied Reid. "You're not an ordinary bodyguard. You've actually trained in real martial combat. You're very good."Reid stood calmly in the center of the street, surrounded by fifteen groaning men, his breathing completely steady. He did not even bother answering.Knox reached up, unbuttoned his heavy leather jacket, and pulled it off his shoulders, tossing it onto the hood of the nearest van. Beneath the jacket, his thick forearms

At that same hour, on the eighth floor of a private hospital across the city, Chairman Miller stood beside a bed he had never expected to see his son in.Bryce lay flat on the mattress with both forearms wrapped in heavy plaster and both legs raised on slings, each knee locked inside a thick brace. His ribs were strapped under the hospital gown. His face was as pale as the sheets, and he stared at the ceiling without blinking.Chairman Miller was a stern man who rarely raised his voice. The call had reached him at two in the morning, and by the time he arrived, Bryce was already in surgery."Both forearms are broken through the middle," the doctor said, reading from the chart. "Both kneecaps are crushed. The rib fractures are older than the rest, so he took a heavy blow earlier in the night. He will walk again, but it means more surgery and at least half a year of therapy."The doctor paused over the chart."What troubles me is how clean it is. Two arms, two knees, and not a single ex

An hour after the morning spar in the courtyard, a sleek black car pulled up outside a towering office building in the heart of the financial district.Evander stepped out onto the pavement wearing a dark suit, with Reid following half a step behind him.As the two of them walked through the revolving doors into the grand lobby, a security supervisor standing near the private turnstiles glanced over.His eyes widened in shock.He took two quick steps forward, staring at Evander as though he could barely believe what he was seeing."Evander... Young Master Evander?" he asked, his voice rising in surprise. "You're back?"At the sound of that name, a dozen heads turned toward the entrance at once.Executives carrying folders stopped dead in their tracks to look. The receptionists behind the front desk straightened up immediately, while several employees farther across the lobby began whispering excitedly to one another."Isn't that Young Master Evander?" a female manager asked her collea

At Zenith Group headquarters, Dorian placed a hard drive on the conference table and pushed it toward the head of engineering.“These are the files from Harcourt,” he said. “I shall want your department to examine them thoroughly and prepare whichever components we may place into immediate production.”The engineering director picked up the drive.Beside him, the production director opened his laptop. Dorian had called both men in that morning and instructed them to clear their schedules.The archive Gideon had delivered the previous evening was now in their hands.Within a few minutes, the engineering director had opened the main directory on the conference room screen.Folders appeared in long rows, organized by component line, machine model, and revision date. He selected one of the current drawings, enlarged it, and read through the accompanying specifications.Then he opened the inspection requirements.His expression grew increasingly attentive.There were detailed measurements,

Maxwell had expected the question the moment he saw her downstairs, but hearing it out loud still made him set his fork back down."Nothing is happening with Imogen Bell," Maxwell said evenly."Then why am I hearing all over the news that you're involved with her?" Elena pressed."Because Jay Harcourt said it on television," Maxwell answered."I know who said it, Maxwell," Elena replied, her voice sharpening. "I'm asking whether there is any truth in it.""There isn't," he said plainly.Elena watched his face closely, searching for any sign of hesitation. Beside her, Driana reached for her water glass."I already told you that in the car, Mom," Driana said."I wanted to hear it from him," Elena replied without looking away from Maxwell.Sitting across from her, Maxwell was beginning to understand why Driana had insisted on bringing her mother here instead of letting Elena march into his office at Sterling Industries. Elena hadn't just come to scold him; she had arrived with a full lis