All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

Jay began complaining about the chief judge all over again. Edmund had no interest in arguing over how Maxwell had done it. Whether it was fair or not no longer mattered. Only one question mattered now.“What happens to the sixty-day restriction?” Edmund asked.“It remains in place for now,” the lawyer answered. “But Sterling has asked for it to be lifted urgently. The new judge will hear that request.”Jay’s smirk came right back.“Then the order stands,” Jay said. “Maxwell still can’t move that work to Bell Precision. Nothing has changed.”“For now,” the lawyer replied. “The restriction can be lifted before the sixty days are over.”“But we won the first hearing,” Jay argued. “Use the same arguments.”“Judge Pembroke refused to consider the Zenith agreements properly,” the lawyer replied. “The next judge knows exactly what happened to her. I would not expect the same mistake twice.”Edmund’s heart sank.They had been counting on those sixty days. Every day Sterling struggled to get

Edmund pushed open the narrow side gate beside the main one and kept walking.“Mr Harcourt, stop!” one of the guards shouted. “You can’t go in there!”Edmund ignored him. He had walked barely a dozen steps up the gravel drive when two pairs of hands closed around his arms.“Take your hands off me!” Edmund roared, trying to shake himself free. “I came here to speak to the chairman, not to be handled by his servants! Chairman Zenith! Come out here! I know you can hear me!The guards were careful not to hurt him, but they did not let go either.Very soon, the noise drew an audience. A groom stopped brushing a horse outside the stables and stared. A gardener straightened up beside the hedges. Nobody on the ranch had ever seen anything like it.At this moment, Edmund understood exactly how he looked. The patriarch of the Harcourt Group, held by the arms like a drunk who had wandered onto the property! Was this what twenty years of loyalty to the Zeniths was worth?His face turned red with

“The chairman said nothing,” Edmund replied. “He would not even come outside. I stood on his driveway shouting his name, and do you know what he did? He looked down at me from a window and closed the curtain!”Gasps rose from every corner of the living room.“Then his secretary called me,” Edmund continued, and his voice rose with every word. “She read me a message from the chairman, word for word. Our incompetence is unacceptable. We are useless to them now. All three agreements are cancelled, and I can deal with Maxwell Sterling myself! After that, Dorian rode down on his horse, mocked me in my face, and thanked me for everything we had given them!”Only Edmund, Jay and Dominic knew exactly what “everything” meant. The rest of the room assumed he meant years of cheap parts and faithful service.“That cannot be true,” Jay said, shaking his head. “The Zeniths owe us.”“Owe us?” Edmund roared. “Open your eyes, Jay! They took what they wanted and threw us into the gutter!”He slammed hi

Maxwell thought about all the possible reasons Edmund Harcourt of all people would be calling him at this time of hour. And he couldn't really think of a better excuse. Although it was very late, Maxwell did not wait until morning. He pressed the number and lifted the phone to his ear.Hazel read the look on his face and set the plates down without a word. She carried the pan of chicken to the dining table and left the kitchen to him. Whatever this was, he would tell her when it was over.The call connected before the first ring ended. Edmund Harcourt had been holding his phone in his hand.“Mr Sterling.” The old man’s voice was stiff, the voice of someone forcing himself to be polite. “Thank you for returning my call. I would like to meet you in person today, before the hearing. Just the two of us. No lawyers and no cameras. I believe I can...”“I’m not meeting you tonight,” Maxwell said.“You have not heard what I am offering.” Edmund said. His voice was unusually humble. “I don’t

The new judge was a lean, grey-haired man who had not spoken a word to either side before he sat down.“I have read both submissions in full,” he said, looking from one table to the other. “I will be asking questions of both parties. Sterling’s counsel first.”Maxwell’s lawyer stood up. Before he could finish his opening sentence, the judge interrupted him.“Counsel, your client terminated a contract of eleven years without notice,” the judge said. “Why shouldn’t this court see that as precisely the kind of harm this restriction was meant to prevent?”It was a hard question, and the lawyer answered it calmly, citing Clause 8.4 and the three hidden Zenith agreements. The judge nodded slowly and wrote something down.Although he did not say whether he agreed.However Maxwell was at ease this time. This was going to be a fair trial, and the Sterling lawyer had the stronger case to make here, meaning they should be winning this comfortably. This was not Judge Pembroke. The man was on nob