All Chapters of From Trash to Titan: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Thirty minutes later, Damon's car pulled up to the front gates of the Lee family residence.He didn't wait for his driver to come around and open the door for him as usual. Instead he stepped out himself, walked up the stone path without acknowledging the gardener who was lowering the lights for the evening, and pushed open the front door.A house maid was in the foyer with a tray of glasses. She turned when she heard him. "Mr. Damon, good evening. Would you like me to tell madam that yo-"Damon walked straight past her without looking at her or slowing down. The maid was left astonished, standing with the tray in her hands, her mouth half open, watching him cross the floor toward the inner sitting room.He found Dexter exactly where he expected to find him.Dexter was sprawled on one of the cream sofas, one leg thrown over the armrest. There was a glass of whiskey on the side table beside him. His phone was held up in front of his face. He was scrolling through something on social me

Damon turned his head and looked at his sister. Adele’s face was completely still, her eyes reflecting the dim light of the sitting room with a cold, clear focus. She wasn't throwing a tantrum like Dexter; she was looking at the situation like a math problem that needed solving.”"You heard me, Damon," Adele said, her voice quiet, and the quiet was the worst part of it. "Hit him again. Maybe the second one teaches him what the first one couldn't.”Before Damon could move, Ivy stepped forward, putting herself between the two brothers. The worry she had felt a moment ago when she saw the blood on Dexter’s face was entirely gone. She looked at her youngest son. "What were you thinking, Dexter?" Ivy asked, her voice shaking just enough to show the worry and anger underneath. "You just started another problem between the Sterling family and the Lee family. Do you have any idea what our position is right now? We cannot afford that. The Lee Group cannot survive another war with Sterling Ind

Years ago, back when Ramon Lexus was still a nobody clawing his way toward becoming somebody, he had told a single foolish lie to a single journalist. He had claimed he was born on a national holiday, simply because he thought it made him sound like a man marked out by destiny. And how that one little lie had grown. It had crawled onto his Wikipedia page, wormed its way into every interview he gave for the next two decades, and hardened into public record so completely that there was no undoing it now. And was there anything in this world quite so absurd as a self-made man held prisoner by a lie he had told once just to sound important?So now, every single year, Ramon was forced to throw a grinning fake birthday in front of the cameras on a day that was not his birthday at all, and then celebrate the real one in secret behind locked doors with only the handful of people who knew the truth. There was a certain poetry to it, really, that a family so comfortable rewriting the truth when

Back in Maxwell's apartment, the television was still going, throwing its restless light across the dark living room.Maxwell was not watching it because he cared in the slightest what these people had to say about Sterling Industries. He was watching it in the faint hope that one of them would slip and let the source's name fall out on air.He doubted any of them would. But even if the broadcast gave up nothing at all, Maxwell was not especially worried, because after listening to the audio on that clip over and over again, he had begun to suspect that he already knew the voice attached to it.Earlier that very day he had crossed paths with the two Lee brothers, Damon and Dexter. Damon had been the calmer of the pair, the diplomat of the family, and whether or not that calm was an act, he had not struck Maxwell as the kind of man who would film a stranger in a plaza and hand the footage off to a national network. Dexter was another matter entirely.The more Maxwell turned it over in

Maxwell was sitting at his desk, the morning's noise still running through his head, when the smartphone beside his laptop started vibrating. He picked it up, saw Driana's name flashing on the screen, and swiped to answer."Driana," he said, holding the phone to his ear."I didn't see the news until after this morning," Driana said, her usual business tone replaced by a voice that sounded genuinely surprised and slightly tired. "I honestly can't believe how fast that clip is spreading. The whole city is talking about it. How are you holding up?"Maxwell leaned back in his leather chair, looking down at the dull morning light on his desk. "I'm alright," he said casually. "It takes more than a twenty-three-second video to rattle me."They talked for a few minutes. Driana was being surprisingly nice, dropping her attitude to check if the media was crowding the penthouse or making things difficult for him at work. She told him that her own security team at Vertex was already handling thi