From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 606

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Liam fell silent on the other end of the line when he heard Leander’s voice. Nearly ten seconds passed before he suddenly broke, his voice trembling as if he had been holding everything in for far too long.

“Leander!”

He sounded on the verge of tears, overflowing with pent–up frustration.

“Where have you been this whole time? That night, you said you’d reach out and grab a drink with me. I waited for more than a month! Do you have any idea how much has happened? I feel like I’m about to lose my mind.

“I kept calling, but your phone was always off. I even went to Highcliffe University to look for you, but during the entire holiday, you were nowhere to be found! I have so many things I want to tell you, Leander. This past month… I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do anymore!”

Leander had barely said a single sentence, yet Liam immediately unleashed a torrent of grievances–as if the world had collapsed beneath him.

Leander understood at once. He knew Liam’s despair, his drained and hollow tone, could only be tied to what had happened with Shirley. So he cut to the chase. “Where are you? I’ll come find you right now. We’ll talk it through slowly.

“I’m at the back gate of Stanton Academy,” Liam replied instantly. “There’s a lounge bar called Amber & Zest. Come find me.”

“Alright. Wait for me there!”

Once Leander hung up, the plan he originally had–to look for Daphne–was completely overturned. A member of the Westerian Blood Clan had set foot in Astria, and worse, had gotten involved with Liam’s girlfriend. He needed to confirm the situation first.

Liam was one of the few friends he genuinely cared about. With a Blood Clan member lurking around him, Leander had to make sure nothing went wrong.

“Head back to school. If anything urgent comes up, let me know,” Leander told Celia before flagging down a cab and heading straight toward Stanton Academy,

Celia glanced at Leander, then in the direction the Westerian man had left, a cold heaviness settling over her chest. A memory surfaced–a warning her mentor once gave her.

“When the Blood Clan resurfaces, calamity follows.”

Now, not only had the Blood Clan returned, but they had also crossed continents from Europa all the way to Astria. There had to be a dangerous secret hidden behind all this.

She tilted her head back, looking up at the sky, and let out a faint sigh. Born into a world sliding toward chaos, she didn’t know whether she should feel fortunate–or thrilled.

Leander arrived at the back gate of Stanton Academy without delay. He located the lounge bar Liam mentioned, and the moment he stepped inside, he spotted him by the window. Liam sat slumped in a booth, listlessly stirring a cappuccino until it had practically turned to mush.

Compared to a month ago, Liam looked like a wreck–unshaven, hollow–eyed, completely drained of spirit. The bloodshot eyes and

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defeated posture made him look less like a lively university student and more like a middle–aged man who had lost everything.

When he noticed Leander walk in, the dullness in Liam’s eyes flickered with the faintest spark of life. He stood up, forcing a weak

smile.

“Leander… you’re here.”

Leander’s eyes narrowed before he set a hand on Liam’s shoulder and pressed him gently back into his seat, letting out a quiet sigh. “How did you end up like this?”

Even though he already knew the answer, he still wanted to hear it from Liam himself.

“Leander, I…” Liam’s voice faltered–and the next moment, he completely broke down. Like a child who had lost everything, he sobbed uncontrollably. A month’s worth of suppressed emotions crashed all at once, tears streaming down his face. “Leander…… Shirley betrayed me!”

The effort it took for him to force out those words was enough to make his whole body tremble. Beneath the anger was a grief so deep it cut into bone. Leander could clearly sense just how important Shirley had been to him.

“Take a breather.”

Quietly, Leander sent a wisp of Nirvana Energy across the table, letting it seep into Liam’s palm and ease the turmoil storming through his mind. Slowly, Liam’s breathing steadied.

“Tell me exactly what you mean by Shirley betraying you.”

Liam’s face twisted again in response as he recounted everything. It had all started two weeks ago, when he and Shirley signed up together for an elective foreign language course.

“The instructor for that class is a Westerian man. They say he’s a top scholar from the Angleland Royal Academy who came to Stanton Academy to volunteer and ‘experience local life.“”

Leander’s eyes narrowed–he already knew the Westerian man Liam described was almost certainly the same Blood Clan man he had encountered earlier.

“He only arrived at Stanton Academy three weeks ago. He had been teaching that course for less than a week when rumors started flooding the campus. A lot of girls were linked to him–gossip everywhere. People even saw several pretty students walking around holding hands with him. Some even spotted him checking into hotels with female students.”

Liam dragged both hands through his hair, miserable and furious. “Shirley and I were both short two credits this semester. We picked that course because it was easy–we weren’t even taking it seriously. I never imagined it would turn into a nightmare.

“From the very first class, Shirley was hooked! It was like she fell under a spell. She never cared much about other subjects–not even her own major–but when it came to that foreign language class, she never missed a single session.

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