บททั้งหมดของ From Trash to Titan: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

"Nothing too severe," Victoria said relaxedly, her lips curving into a cold smile. "Just a small reminder of their place. I'll make a few phone calls, apply some business pressure. Nothing that will destroy them completely, but enough to make them think twice before crossing us again."Just as she finished her words, Victoria's phone rang loudly on her desk. She glanced at the caller ID and her eyebrows rose in surprise."Speaking of which," Victoria murmured, then answered the call. "Thomas Huang. How unexpected."Thomas Huang's voice came through the speaker, sounding absolutely panicked and desperate. "Ms. Sterling. Victoria. Please, I must apologize profusely for what happened last night. My son Derek's behavior was absolutely unacceptable. Completely inexcusable."Victoria's expression remained cold as ice. "Your son publicly accused my nephew of being a thief at a charity gala, Mr. Huang. In front of the mayor, dozens of prominent families, and multiple news cameras. Do you have

Maxwell stared at the two figures walking toward him with hurried, desperate steps.He was taken aback to see that it was Derek and Amanda. The same two idiots who had tried to publicly humiliate him at the charity gala last night. What were they doing here? Did they really have the nerve to show up at Sterling Industries after what they'd done? Maxwell's expression darkened slightly, though he kept his composure.Derek and Amanda approached quickly, and Maxwell could see the panic written all over their faces. Derek looked the most nervous. He was dressed in an expensive suit, however, his hair was disheveled. Amanda looked uncomfortable, but not as much as Derek. It was expected that those two would be this nervous around him right now. All that arrogance they had displayed was nowhere to be seen. Yesterday they had made a grave mistake. They didn't know who he was and had done something that they should have never done: trying to humiliate him, a sterling. When they were about

Time seemed to slow down. Maxwell could see everything with crystal clarity, the guardrail rushing toward him, the semi-truck in the next lane, the horrified faces of other drivers as they watched the accident unfold.His hands moved automatically, steering into the skid and fighting to regain control. The McLaren spun a few times and it was like the world was rotating around him in a nauseating blur.The guardrail was right there. Ten feet and then then five feet after the car spun.Maxwell yanked the wheel hard left. The tires screamed against the asphalt, smoke billowing up from the friction.The McLaren's passenger side scraped against the guardrail with a horrible metallic screech. Sparks flew. The sound was deafening. Without the rail at the edge, Maxwell would have gone through the cliff, but thankfully he didn't. After struggling, Maxwell finally managed to straighten the car out. Somehow. His heart pounding so hard it felt like it might explode, sweat pouring down his face,

The impact made a loud metallic thud. The man cried out in pain, his already broken nose bleeding in front of multiple people at the gas station, but no one dared to interrupt, especially after hearing that the person getting beat up was the one who was in the wrong. He deserved what he was getting. "I don't give a shit who you are or what your family is," Maxwell said coldly.He pulled the guy back and threw him to the ground. The man landed hard on the concrete, groaning.Maxwell stood over him, breathing hard, his knuckles throbbing from the punches. All the adrenaline from the near-accident was still pumping through his veins, mixing with the satisfaction of finally making this arrogant bastard feel some consequences.The man rolled onto his back, blood streaming from his lip, one eye already starting to swell shut. He looked up at Maxwell with a mixture of shock, pain, and disbelief."You're dead," he gasped, spitting blood. "You're fucking dead. You just messed with the wrong g

Casper held up one hand, silencing Eleanor's outburst instantly. His eyes never left Benjamin's face. And unlike Eleanor, Casper didn't look like he was sympathetic to his grandson at all. "You were driving recklessly," Casper said slowly, as if explaining something to a child. "You caused an accident by hitting another vehicle. Then when the driver confronted you about it, you laughed in his face."Benjamin's mouth opened in shock. "How did you...""Because I know you, boy," Casper said coldly. "You think the rules don't apply to you. You think your family name protects you from consequences. So when this man confronted you, you probably mocked him. Didn't you?"Damn! His grandfather knew him too well. Benjamin was at a loss for words. Indeed he was. What could he possibly say right now? The old man was right. "And then," Casper continued, his voice dropping dangerously low, "he beat you senseless. Made you look like a fool. Humiliated you in public at a gas station where anyone c