From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 197

From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding eit

Chapter 197 Street King of the Southwest

“Ashcroft! I’ve finally found you!”

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Borgsenner rushed up to Leander with both arms wide open, like he had just found a brother he hadn’t seen in years. His face lit up with real joy, a look that felt completely out of place on the man known for his cold reputation.

Everyone around them froze. Henry, Grace, Raylan, and every racing fan standing nearby stared in disbelief. The air felt heavy with silence as shock rippled through the crowd.

Anyone who knew Borgsenner also knew how proud he was. He never looked twice at people unless they were on his level. Most racers couldn’t even get a handshake from him, let alone a greeting.

Just earlier, when Henry introduced Grace and Madeline, he barely nodded. That was the kind of man he was.

But now he was acting like Leander was family.

Grace blinked hard, completely stunned. Even Henry, his own student, barely got more than a few words from him during training. But Leander? The guy she had written off as some nobody in plain clothes? Borgsenner had run to greet him like he meant the world to him.

Henry couldn’t move. His thoughts were a blur. Not long ago, he had been plotting to drag Leander into a race just to make him look bad. But now, the Racer King–the undefeated champion of Eropa–was standing in front of Leander with a smile that could melt steel.

Yvette and Madeline exchanged glances. They already knew Leander had power and influence. He ran a massive corporation, and his martial skills were unmatched. But this? Seeing him on friendly terms with a racing legend made them pause.

Leander leaned casually against the railing, calm as ever. He finally looked up and smiled.

“Senner,” he said, “it’s really been a while.”

He stepped forward and gave Borgsenner a quick, respectful hug. It wasn’t dramatic, but it carried weight.

Borgsenner laughed with real excitement. “Ashcroft, do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying to find you?

“I’ve looked everywhere since that day. Every track, every city. I’ve been pushing myself harder than ever just to see you again. Just to race you one more time.”

Leander smiled slightly and spoke in a low voice. “You’ve got fans all over the world dying to

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race you. Why waste all that effort looking for me?”

Borgsenner’s smile faded. His voice dropped into something firm and serious.

“Because none of them are worth it.

“You’re the only one who’s ever beaten me.”

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He didn’t yell. He didn’t have to. The entire platform had gone still. Every single person standing nearby heard it. The silence didn’t last. Gasps and murmurs exploded through the crowd like a wave.

“What did he just say?”

“That guy beat Borgsenner?”

The noise swelled as heads turned. People who had been staring at the track now stared at Leander like he had just walked out of a legend. It didn’t make sense. Borgsenner had shattered records all over the world. He was flawless. Unbeaten. Untouchable.

And now this boy–this quiet, unknown figure–was the only one to ever defeat him?

Grace and Henry locked eyes. Neither of them could hide their shock. Henry’s chest felt tight. He had seen Borgsenner race. He had trained under him. He knew exactly how impossible it was to beat that man. Yet Leander had done it.

Grace’s thoughts spun fast. She remembered what Borgsenner said earlier. He had once lost a race, right here on Highway Six. His opponent had been called the Street King of the Southwest. And she remembered something else.

That man was an Ashcroft.

And Leander was an Ashcroft.

Her heart jumped. Her lips parted as she whispered to herself,

“No way…”

Then Borgsenner turned toward the crowd and raised his voice.

“For those of you who haven’t figured it out yet,” he said proudly, “this man standing here is the one you’ve all heard about. He’s the Street King of the Southwest!”

Gasps swept through the crowd the second Borgsenner’s words landed. It hit like a shockwave.

“You’re kidding… he’s the Street King of the Southwest?”

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“There’s no way. He looks like he’s barely out of school.”

“I can’t believe it. I’ve been dreaming of meeting the Street King, and he’s just… here!”

“He’s not just fast. He’s unreal. And, God, he’s good–looking too.”

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Everyone on Highway Six turned toward Leander. People stared like they were seeing a ghost. Some were stunned. Some looked like they had just seen their childhood hero. Others looked like they’d fallen in love at first sight.

Just like that, Leander became the center of everything.

Henry and Grace stood stiff, frozen in place. Their faces looked carved from stone.

Henry’s eyes darted everywhere, like he was trying to find something to hold onto. He felt like a complete fool. He had thought Leander was just some tagalong nobody. Tonight, he had even planned to embarrass him in front of Madeline. But now? Now he realized he’d been planning to humiliate the one person whose record had never been broken on Highway Six.

That record had held strong for two years. Though Henry was known as the fastest racer on Highway Six, even his best record was second to Street King of the Southwest’s.

And it belonged to Leander. Not only that, but Leander had also beaten Borgsenner. The Racer King himself. Henry knew now. Leander wasn’t just better. He was untouchable.

Grace stood in silence, her thoughts in freefall. Since that day on the plane, she had made it a point to mock Leander every chance she got. She’d talked down to him, tried to humiliate him, and planned with Henry to crush him tonight.

But the guy she had treated like dirt… was the one man she idolized above all. Her hero. Her inspiration. The reason she fell in love with racing in the first place. And she had laughed at him. Over and over. The irony hit her like a slap.

“Yeah, of course it’s him.”

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