From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 419

Leander's voice interrupted her thoughts, and Margot snapped out of her daze as if waking from a dream.

Her bright eyes darted toward him, wide with disbelief, and her heart pounded fiercely in her chest.

The moment Bastian knelt before Leander, she knew she had lost—completely, utterly lost.

"Leander, why is Bastian so terrified of you?"

Despite her admiration, she couldn't hold the question back.

She couldn't comprehend it—Leander must have possessed some hidden identity that had reduced Bastian to near terror.

Considering Bastian's status, not even Frankie or Gumus could have forced him to kneel and beg on the spot, which meant that Leander's power was far beyond anything they had.

Stella shared her curiosity, sneaking glances while speculating about Leander's true identity. At that moment, Linus, chairman of Linuscar Enterprises, hurried over to Leander and bowed a full ninety degrees.

"Greetings, Mr. Ashcroft! I'm Linus Lavette."

Hudson and the others were still catching up, but a businessman like Linus would never miss the significance of the moment.

Bastian's terror left no doubt that Leander was none other than Mornwick's Legend, the man who had overshadowed all of Mornwick.

"Mr. Ashcroft?"

Hudson's eyes narrowed, and his jaw dropped as if it could swallow his own fist.

Margot and Stella froze, then gasped in shock.

"How is this possible?"

The sisters exchanged stunned glances, struggling to trust what they saw and heard.

Within Mornwick's upper echelons, the title of Mr. Ashcroft had become legendary—a pinnacle none could surpass. Margot and Stella had not yet reached that circle, but the name had resonated like thunder in their ears. They had longed to meet him.

He was the true legend of Mornwick, its ultimate authority. Even a state governor could at best stand beside him.

Although his fame shook the city, very few had actually seen him. Most people didn't even know what the legend looked like.

And at the moment, the boy who had grown up playing alongside them had become that legend.

"No need for formalities. You're Stella's father-in-law, which makes you my elder as well," Leander said, waving lightly with a faint smile.

He didn't care much for Linus, but for Stella's sake, he showed a little courtesy.

Behind them, Hudson had gone completely stiff. He was likely the most devastated of all.

He had approached Leander as a rival in love, ready to assert himself, only to discover that this casually dressed young man was the overlord of Mornwick—a peak he could never reach in his entire life.

Status, influence, wealth, power—the gap was astronomical. And he had tried to provoke Leander. What a joke.

"Leander, you're the Mornwick Legend?" Stella whispered, still struggling to process it.

"Yes," Leander admitted, his voice carrying an apologetic tone. "Sorry, Stella. I never meant to keep it from you."

Stella's gaze froze, and words failed her. Beside her, Margot's eyes gleamed sharply.

She remembered what she had said to Leander the previous night and let out a self-mocking laugh. She had asked why he deserved her respect. Thinking back, she realized she had been ridiculous.

Her so-called standards—unfathomable wealth, dominion over a region, the ability to fight alone—were trivial to him.

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