All Chapters of The Incredible Charlie Maxwell: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
The Bugatti cruised through the night, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of color. Mira rested on the passenger seat as she looked out the window, taking it all in. Who could've guessed that she’d be riding shotgun in a Bugatti? Her heart skipped at the thought, amazing… She turned to Michael, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, what's the story with your family? You're obviously not struggling, but there's more to it, isn't there?" Michael's expression remained impassive, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. With a calm smile, he simply said, "Not tonight, Mira. Let's just enjoy the ride." Mira's smile never wavered. "Fair enough. But you're not getting out of telling me forever." Michael's lips curled up further. "I'm shaking in my boots." He said in amusement as he sarcastically rolled his eyes. He glanced in the rearview mirror, where Barry and Jace were riding shotgun in the other two Bugattis. Of course, they wouldn't know how to drive a Bugatti overnight, s
Chapter 12
Right in the middle of that chaos of continuous roasting and mockery of Michael, the doors swung open hard and Mikel Braken stepped in. Instantly, heads turned. Conversations paused. Even the DJ’s hype man shouted into the mic, “Yo! Mikel just pulled up!” Students rushed toward him like he was some kind of celebrity. Mikel removed his sunglasses dramatically, sliding them into his shirt collar like he was in a movie. His grin was wide as he shouted just loud enough for everyone to hear, “So where are Michael and his little poverty squad? Did they get lost on the way here because Google Maps doesn’t know where the rich party is?” Laughter erupted across the hall. Someone yelled, “They probably walked here and got tired halfway!” Another chimed in, “Or maybe the guards didn’t let them in because they thought they were staff!” The mocking rolled across the room like a wave. Mikel fed off it instantly. He climbed onto one of the seating platforms, spreading his arms. “Guys, guys,
Chapter 13
The students could not wrap their heads around who they were seeing; no way was it possible… The doors opened. From the Veyron, Barry stepped out, his custom suit worth more than half the students’ tuition combined. His fabric shimmered under the streetlights. It was handcrafted, imported, and tailored so perfectly it made every “designer” outfit in the crowd look like thrift-store clearance items. Even his shoes glowed with a polish that screamed money, making everyone else’s footwear look dusty and defeated. Another collection of gasps rippled through the crowd. Phones shot up instantly. Before anyone could recover, the Chiron’s door lifted and Jace emerged, dripping in a bespoke ensemble so elite that even the campus rich kids suddenly looked middle-class. His jacket alone could buy out the entire party’s outfits twice over. Every thread of his clothing reflected wealth, authority, and pure disrespect toward anyone who ever mocked him. Even his posture radiated the kind of conf
Chapter 14
Celia finally worked up the courage to approach Michael. She walked slowly, almost cautiously, as if getting too close to him might shatter the illusion. Her eyes swept over him again and again, his suit, the coat, the watch, even the way he stood. None of it made sense. “Michael…” She quietly called, “How is any of this possible? The cars, the suits… you… Barry, Jace… everything. This is insane. What happened?” Michael turned to her with a warm and composed smile. “Celia,” he said gently, “How are you tonight?” She blinked at him. “That’s not what I want to—I’m asking how all this is possible!” He only smiled again, the same unreadable expression. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Before Celia could respond, a soft but deliberate nudge hit her arm. She looked to her side and saw Amara standing there. She wasn't rushing in or throwing herself forward; she waited with a neutral expression. But her eyes occasionally betrayed her by lingering on Michael way longer than she wanted. Celia swa
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Without warning, Mikel shoved past Barry and Jace, pushing them aside like they were blocking his spotlight. He straightened his jacket, plastered on the fakest confident smile he could muster, and strutted right into the center of the hall. He cleared his throat dramatically. “Ahem! Everyone, listen up!” He shouted, raising a hand. The music lowered, heads turned, and whispers died instantly. He smirked as all eyes locked onto him. “I know you’re all shocked by Michael and his little… transformation tonight,” he began loudly. “So let me go ahead and clear up the confusion before anyone starts giving the wrong person too much credit.” He spread his arms arrogantly. “You’re welcome.” Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Mikel continued, voice dripping with mock generosity.“Yes, yes, I’m the one who dressed them up. I’m the one who arranged the cars. I’m the reason they don’t look like they crawled here from a thrift shop dumpster.” A few people gasped. Some actually nodde
CHAPTER 16
Charles was the first to recover, his business instincts overriding his shock. "Now, let's not be hasty," he said, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Charlie, son, surely we can discuss this reasonably—""Actually," Charlie interrupted softly, "you were quite clear earlier. I am no longer a Grant. You made that announcement publicly, in front of all these witnesses."The crowd nodded and murmured in agreement. They were all witnesses to Charles' public disownment of his son. Perry Stone cleared his throat, trying to recover a sense of professionalism. "Perhaps we could discuss this in private? The business arrangements are sensitive—""No," Charlie said calmly. "You asked publicly, Mr. Stone. I'll answer publicly."Every eye shifted to him. Perry swallowed, regret flickering across his face. Still, he pressed forward. "What is your assessment of Grant Corporation? Do you believe they meet Claire Corporation's standards for partnership?"Silence fell like a blade. Charl
CHAPTER 17
The ballroom felt as if it were holding its breath. Conversations had died, glasses were forgotten on tables, and the glittering chandeliers somehow seemed dimmer under the weight of the tension Charlie had unleashed. He stood at the center of the polished marble floor with the calm certainty of a man who knew exactly what he had done—and exactly what he intended to do next. The Grant family's humiliation was complete, their power dismantled piece by piece, yet Charlie remained unmoved. He still had one more matter to settle.“Before I leave,” Charlie said, his voice carrying easily through the hush, “there’s one more issue that needs clarification.”A ripple passed through the onlookers. Perry Stone stiffened, recognizing danger in Charlie’s tone. Jerry, who had been begrudgingly allowed to remain after a stern warning from his father, shifted uneasily, tugging at his collar.“The announcement was made earlier,” Charlie continued, “that Jacy Grant would be marrying Jerry Stone as par
CHAPTER 18
The humiliation hanging over the ballroom thickened like fog as Jerry and Perry Stone prepared to leave. Jerry’s face was set in a tight, bitter scowl—a mixture of wounded pride, disbelief, and simmering resentment. The rejection had cut him deeper than he expected. Not because he loved Jacy—he didn’t—but because his entire life had been built on the assumption that he was desirable, powerful, and entitled to whatever alliance best benefited his family.Tonight had shattered that illusion.“I wish you well, Miss Grant,” he forced out stiffly, each word strained through clenched teeth. He turned to his father. “Let’s go.”But before they could step away, Charlie’s voice stopped them.“One last thing.”The Stones froze.The crowd held its breath.Charlie wasn’t cruel with his tone—he didn’t need to be. His composure alone commanded the room.“I want it understood,” he said, his gaze locking on Perry, “that whatever negotiations you pursued with the Grants regarding Jacy end now. Permane
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The ballroom remained thick with tension as Jacy stood beside Charlie, her decision clear. Guests watched, riveted, as the Grant family unraveled before their eyes."Jacy, please," Charles pleaded, voice breaking. "Don't do this. You're our daughter. Come home with us.""And be used as a bargaining chip again?" Jacy's voice was steady despite the tears. "Forced into a marriage I don't want? Expected to fix problems I didn't create? No, Dad. I'm done."Claudia’s face contorted with rage. "You ungrateful little—" She stepped toward Jacy, hand raised.Charlie’s bodyguards moved instantly, forming a barrier. "Don't," Charlie said quietly. "She's made her choice. Respect it.""Respect?" Claudia laughed bitterly. "You've destroyed our family! Turned our own daughter against us!""I didn't turn anyone against you," Charlie replied calmly. "I offered Jacy something you never did—a choice. She chose freedom over coercion. That should tell you everything."Jim stepped forward, flushed with ange
CHAPTER 20
Angela, watching from a distance, felt sick. She'd attached herself to Jim, thinking the Grant family represented security and success. Now that success was crumbling in real-time, and she was associated with the losing side.Victoria Hunt leaned toward Marcus Chen, whispering, "We should leave. Being seen at this disaster won't help anyone's reputation."Marcus nodded, and they began quietly making their way toward the exit, along with several other guests who'd decided the entertainment value wasn't worth the social risk of association.David Henderson, the hotel manager, approached the Grant family with obvious reluctance. He'd been watching the situation deteriorate and had received new instructions from the property owner."Excuse me," David said quietly to Charles. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but there's a situation I need to address.""Not now," Charles said tersely, still trying to process the credit and vehicle disasters."I'm afraid it can't wait, sir," David insisted. "I've re