From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 594

Chapter 594 Time to Meet

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Leander climbed into the car without a care, ignoring Ophelia’s calls behind him. He flicked a hand at the driver, signaling him to start moving.

At first, he had a little respect for Ophelia. She seemed devoted enough, willing to risk herself in the endless desert just to find a spiritual elixir for Celvon. That kind of loyalty and determination was rare.

But her attitude afterwards crushed that respect. His impression of her plummeted. He wasn’t interested in the Snowbrooks‘ golden girl from Bladewick anymore. He just wanted to show her the harsh reality of the world.

The driver caught Leander’s signal instantly and started the off–roader. Celia sat silently in the back, feeling a pang of sympathy for Ophelia sprawled on the ground, but she didn’t show a trace of it.

By the time someone reached Leander’s realm, ordinary people like them had no way of understanding or touching him.

Leander didn’t leave room for second chances. Even kings or nobles in person would be powerless.

As the off–roader began to move, Ophelia froze in panic. She had already begged as much as she could. She had even dropped to the sand, desperate to get Leander to give the spiritual elixir. She knew he had it from Sandsong Oasis. It was Celvon’s only hope.

After seeing the cold, unreadable look in Leander’s eyes, Ophelia lost control. She dragged herself across the sand on her knees, inching forward until she blocked the vehicle. “Sovereign Ashcroft, please, I’m begging you. The Snowbrooks can’t fall. Please, have mercy!”

Her voice cracked, almost crying as she pleaded with him, hoping against hope that he would change his mind.

Her knees dragged across the yellow sand. The rough grains chewed into her skin until it split and bled, carving two vivid streaks of blood across the ground. It was a brutal sight.

More than a dozen bodyguards in black stood nearby, swallowing hard, shock written all over their expressions. None of them had expected this. No one could have imagined that Ophelia would lower herself so completely for Celvon. She was the kind of woman. who had never even been shouted at before. Yet here she was, suffering in the endless desert. In the end, she was even bowing down and prostrating herself before a young man barely in his twenties. If this ever made its way back to Bladewick, no one would believe it.

“Mr. Ashcroft, what do we do…” Ophelia blocked the road. The driver could not bring himself to press the accelerator and could only turn to Leander, his expression full of helpless uncertainty.

Leander lay back in the front passenger seat, bare–chested, his arms folded behind his head like a pillow. He paused for a moment, then spoke in a flat, indifferent tone. “Ophelia, since you are willing to humble yourself like this to save your grandpa, I will give you a chance. What you want, I can give it to you. I can help your grandpa extend his life.”

At those words, Ophelia’s expression lit up with wild relief. She immediately bowed three times toward Leander. “Thank you, Sovereign Ashcroft. Thank you, thank you…”

Before she could finish the last word, Leander lifted a hand and cut her off. “Do not thank me so quickly.”

His voice remained calm and detached. “I can give you what you want, but you need to understand one thing. If you gain something, you pay a price. If you want your grandpa to live longer, what are you offering in return?”

“Huh?” Ophelia froze for a beat, then it clicked. “Sovereign Ashcroft, you may name any condition you wish. As long as the Snowbrooks can fulfill it, we will do everything in our power. Please, say the word.”

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Chapter 594 Time to Meet.

Even as she begged him, there was still a quiet trace of confidence in her heart.

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Because the Snowbrooks from Bladewick were not just any family, they might not have ruled all of Astria, but they were easily among the top twenty great houses. Power, influence, connections, money. They lacked none of it. If Leander wanted something, the Snowbrooks would exhaust every means to put it in his hands.

“Is that so?” Leander tapped his fingers lightly against the car window, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You should know exactly who I am by now. Tell me, what do you think the Snowbrooks have that could actually interest me?”

Ophelia’s expression shifted subtly. For a moment, she had no answer.

Leander’s cultivation stood at an overwhelming level. He was a living legend, someone who wielded power capable of leveling cities and reducing a mansion to rubble with a single move. Whatever such a person lacked would be something vanishingly rare in this world. Even a family as formidable as the Snowbrooks could not be sure they could provide it.

Before Ophelia could decide how to respond, Leander spoke again, “Since you want to cure your grandpa and keep the Snowbrooks from declining, I will be clear. The Snowbrooks from Bladewick will give me thirty percent of the shares of the company. In addition, the Snowbrooks will spare no cost and place all their commercial resources at the unconditional disposal of Jeff Enterprises. I want you to act as my representative and work for me without conditions for six months. Think carefully. Nod or shake your head. You have ten seconds.”

He did not make this demand on a whim. Jeff Enterprises had already launched across major nations and grown into a global commercial powerhouse. Yet in Bladewick, a region with an unusually delicate balance, progress remained slow.

The structure and power dynamics that had taken root in Bladewick over the years could not be shaken by money alone. Breaking through that entrenched order would take at least another six months at Jeff Enterprises‘ Bladewick branch’s current pace.

Before he traveled to the Sahar Wastes, Frankie had called him to report on this very issue. At the time, Leander’s thoughts were consumed by the Divine Vault, and he had brushed it aside. Now, with the favored daughter of the Snowbrooks from Bladewick standing right in front of him, he saw the perfect chance to push things forward.

Leander’s words left Ophelia completely stunned.

30 per cent of the Snowbrooks‘ corporate holdings was an astronomical figure. Its value was measured in the tens of billions.

The moment Leander spoke, he demanded thirty per cent of the Snowbrooks‘ shares. That meant 30 per cent of everything the Snowbrooks‘ enterprise earned. Every profit, every stream of income, all of it would funnel straight into his pocket.

Handing over that kind of money to Leander was unthinkable. Forget the elders in her family, those penny–pinching parasites who clung to wealth and did nothing all day. Even she, a seasoned business professional, had no intention of backing down. What made it even more outrageous was that Leander also wanted her to work for him unconditionally for half a year. That was unpaid servitude, plain and simple. It was exploitation, nothing more.

“Sovereign Ashcroft, your conditions…” She lifted her beautiful eyes and met his gaze, clearly trying to say something.

Leander did not react at all. He looked calm, assured, completely in control. “I am giving you my terms. You can call them harsh, or you can refuse them. But that is how life works. There is no such thing as a free favor. If you want your grandpa to live, the Snowbrooks have to pay the price. Ten seconds are already up. This is your last chance. If you do not agree, step aside and stop blocking my way.”

His tone left no room for negotiation. He had no intention of changing a single condition.

Ophelia remained pressed to the ground. She loathed every part of his demand. Yet at this moment, she had no choice. Everything had reached a point of no return. If she rejected him, he would walk away, and Celvon would lose his only chance to survive.

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