From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 391

"Get lost."

Leander's voice was calm, almost casual, and he still held a glass of wine in his hand. But there was no mistaking the absolute authority behind his words. The young man in front of him froze mid-step, unable to move forward for a moment.

Arden's eyes widened in surprise. Leander looked refined and gentle, the kind of man who seemed uninterested in talking to anyone. Yet when he spoke, it was sharp, decisive, and unyielding.

She glanced at Owen Harmon beside her and suddenly realized just who she was dealing with. Standing here was one of Highcliffe's most prominent heirs—the only son of the Harmon family.

And Leander actually dared to tell him to get lost?

Arden shook her head, a cold sense of foreboding creeping in.

Sure enough, after a few tense seconds, Owen's expression snapped into focus. A flicker of ice passed through his eyes.

"You told me to get lost?"

He stepped closer to Leander, a faint, unsettling smile playing at his lips.

He was the heir of the Harmon family. Few in Highcliffe's younger generation could dare speak to him like this. And the rest? At most, they could stand on equal footing, but who would ever be so audacious as to challenge him openly?

"Maybe I wasn't clear enough," Leander said, glancing at him sideways, his eyes cold and detached.

Owen laughed, a short, sharp sound.

"Ha, kid… I have to admit, you're bold."

"I was only planning to leave with Ginny and not bother with someone like you," he continued, voice rising with controlled arrogance, "and yet here you are, stepping up to make yourself known."

He tapped his chest, his expression radiating pride.

"In Highcliffe's social circle, few people don't know me—Owen Harmon. And you dare tell me to get lost? Even if I agreed, do you think my friends would?"

He deliberately raised his voice, and immediately, several people nearby turned to look. Their expressions were calculating, their eyes sharp.

These were Owen's friends, almost all of them scions of Highcliffe's major families. Normally, they moved as a single unit with Owen at the center.

Any conflict Owen had, they witnessed firsthand. One word from him, and they would all rise.

Many of them sneered silently. Leander was a stranger here, clearly not from Highcliffe's circles. Owen's family was prestigious—the Harmon name, while not at the very top like the Ashcrofts or Florians, still ranked among the strongest second-tier families.

Owen was the only male heir, highly favored by his grandfather and groomed to take over the family. His wealth, connections, and influence far surpassed those of an ordinary young heir.

For Leander to challenge Owen here was nothing short of foolish. It was like deliberately picking a fight he couldn't win.

"Owen Harmon?"

Leander didn't even glance at the people gathering around. He let out a mocking smile.

"You can't even compare to Highcliffe's top heirs, and yet you dare announce your name to me?"

He set down his glass, picked up a piece of fruit, and didn't spare Owen a second thought.

Even someone like Tycen or Rodrick, a top-tier heir, would lower his head in silence before him. A mere Owen? Hardly worth noticing.

Owen's eyes went icy.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

His gaze narrowed, radiating danger. If this weren't the Riverstone family's banquet tonight, he wouldn't hesitate to act—but just from Leander's words alone, he could have easily crushed him.

Owen's killing intent simmered beneath the surface, and several of his companions tensed, eager to spring into action.

At this, Arden's eyes narrowed sharply. Without thinking, she stepped forward, placing herself between Owen and Leander.

"Mr. Harmon, please, don't get angry!

"This is Ginny's good friend, visiting from out of town—he doesn't know your name. Don't take it personally."

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