From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 193

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Chapter 193 The Street King Of The Southwest

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As Leander watched the crowd of excited young men and women swarming around flashy sports cars, his lips curved into a smile–but his heart remained perfectly calm

It had been years since he’d stepped foot in a place like this. The last time was at least three

years ago.

Grace parked her pink Porsche in an open spot and gestured around. “So? Pretty cool place, right?”

Madeline, Yvette, and Ginny all nodded. Back in Ravenridge, they’d never been to a scene like this–everything here felt fresh and exhilarating.

They had briefly worried about running into shady characters, but with Leander here, they instantly relaxed. Kidding? With this guy around, forget street thugs–even powerful martial artists would probably bow their heads and steer clear.

The group climbed out of the car. The moment the girls stepped onto the platform, their beauty turned heads and triggered waves of whistles and cheers. But despite the commotion, no one dared approach.

Grace, however, walked through the crowd like royalty. Smiles followed her wherever she went. Clearly, she was a regular here–and a well–known one at that.

“Grace! You’ve got free time today? Brought some people to check out the scene?”

Leaning against a gray Ferrari was a young man with an earring and arms folded over his chest. Gorgeous women hovered nearby, throwing him flirtatious glances, but he remained aloof and cold, offering only a nod in Grace’s direction.

“Raylan! I came here just to see you race!” Grace beamed, then turned to the others.

“Everyone, this is Raylan Vaughan, heir to the Vaughan Group. He’s a frequent flyer here at Highway Six and one of the most famous racers on this stretch–fast, skilled, and wildly popular!

The girls quickly understood: Raylan was basically the “King of Highway Six.” No wonder people were gathering around him.

Grace went on to introduce everyone, including Leander. Raylan politely nodded at the girls, but when it came to Leander, he blatantly ignored him, like he didn’t exist.

He was Raylan Vaughan of the Vaughan family. While they didn’t have quite the same pull as the Barret family, they were still a major player in West Listin. Raylan was revered on this mountain as an underground legend. Why would he bother with someone like him?

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“By the way, where’s your brother?” Raylan asked. “Haven’t seen him around in a while. He’s the only one who can really go head–to–head with me on this track. Honestly, it’s been boring without him.”

Grace was just about to answer when a roar of an engine echoed through the night.

The crowd erupted in cheers and quickly parted to clear a path. A sapphire blue Lexus shot through the darkness like a lightning bolt. With a flawless drift and sharp brake, the car came to a smooth stop right in front of them.

Henry stepped out in a brand–name athletic outfit, and many of the girls nearby turned their heads, eyes sparkling.

“Raylan, long time no see!”

Henry greeted Raylan casually, then turned to Madeline and the others.

“Madeline? You’re all here too?” He feigned surprise, as if the encounter were a total coincidence–though in reality, it had all been orchestrated by the Barret siblings to get Madeline and Leander here tonight.

“Mr. Barret, fancy seeing you here.” Madeline smiled politely, unaware of the setup.

“Henry,” Raylan called, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Since you’re here, how about a round? It’s been way too long.”

“Sure. I was planning to unwind a bit tonight anyway.” Henry smiled. This was exactly what he’d come for–to show off in front of Madeline.

The moment he agreed, the crowd roared. Cheers and whistles rang out, and the atmosphere exploded into chaos.

Madeline, Yvette, and Ginny all looked confused by the intense reaction. Grace leaned in and explained, “My brother and Raylan are legends here. They’re the two fastest drivers on this track. Every race between them is insane–fast, fierce, and unforgettable.”

She lowered her voice like she was letting them in on a secret. “Honestly, we’re lucky tonight. Even I rarely get to see them race head–to–head. You girls picked the perfect night to come.”

As she spoke, she discreetly glanced over at Leander, watching for any reaction. But Leander just leaned casually against the railing, his face unreadable–clearly uninterested in the whole spectacle,

The girls, on the other hand, were wide–eyed and glued to Grace’s every word. This was their first time seeing a street race in person, and the excitement was contagious.

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Henry and Raylan climbed into their respective cars and lined up at the start line.

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Henry’s Lexus happened to stop directly across from Leander. He glanced over, eyes sharp. “Hey, Leander, you into racing? Want to give it a shot?”

Leander’s gaze was deep and distant. He shook his head lightly. “Not really my thing. You go ahead.”

Grace immediately jumped in with a mocking laugh.

“Henry, come on. Don’t drag him into this. Leander probably hasn’t even driven a sports car before. These mountain roads are narrow and pitch black–if something happened to him out there, it’d be your fault.”

“Just let it go. He wouldn’t dare race anyway. It’s way too dangerous.” Her tone was sugar–coated with concern, but every word dripped with condescension, implying Leander was too cowardly and too inexperienced to even touch the wheel of a race car.

She was baiting him–hoping his pride would flare up, that he’d impulsively accept the challenge, and that he’d end up completely humiliated on the track. But Leander didn’t bite. He stayed right where he was, calm and unmoved.

Grace inwardly scoffed. A man who didn’t even feel the urge to prove himself in moments like this? Absolutely pathetic.

“My bad then,” Henry said with a layered smile, then rolled up his window and started the engine.

A girl in a crop top stepped between the cars, raising a colorful scarf in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, both the Lexus and Ferrari roared to life and launched forward like wild beasts, engines howling into the night.

Every major curve of the Highway Six had been outfitted with high–res cameras by racing enthusiasts, projecting the race live onto nearby screens.

Henry and Raylan were indeed among the best amateur drivers around. Their skills rivaled professionals–blazing down the winding road, drifting through hairpin turns, neck–and–neck the entire way. The crowd went wild.

Yvette, Madeline, and Ginny watched the screen, hearts pounding like they were watching a high–octane action movie. Around them, young people screamed and waved, reveling in the

raw energy.

“Wow,” Ginny gasped. “I didn’t realize racing was this popular.”

Grace nodded proudly. “Of course! Every major mountain road with racing potential becomes a battleground for speed junkies–cach one desperate to set the fastest time.”

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