From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 623

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Chapter 623 Jeff Ashcroft Is Here

Chapter 623 Jeff Ashcroft Is Here

Kylen froze entirely, entirely a loss for words. All his earlier arrogance and swagger had vanished.

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Mr. Coppell is someone even my father would treat with the utmost respect if he were to come to Ravenridge. He personally entertained him as a guest of the highest honor. He runs the entire Mornwick underworld and controls almost ninety percent of Mornwick’s entertainment industry all by himself. I have to call him Mr. Coppell and show full respect whenever I meet him, without the slightest hint of negligence.

Thinking of that, Kylen glanced back at Leander again, but any trace of his usual contempt had disappeared entirely. His gaze was heavy, filled with awe and shock.

After all, someone like Jamero still had to drive personally for Leander, acting as his chauffeur, with utmost deference. If that were the case, Leander himself must hold a level of power and influence beyond imagination.

“Colin, you’re not kidding, right? You really didn’t see wrong, that driver is Mr. Coppell?” It took a long moment for Kylen to come back to himself. He swallowed hard but still looked at Colin with a hint of doubt.

Colin’s eyes narrowed slightly. When he saw Leander fully walk away, only then did he let out a long breath. He said with a hint of nostalgia, “Do you think I could be wrong? That’s definitely Mr. Coppell. After Frankie and the other key players left Mornwick, M Coppell took over the underworld there. But even he, when facing that person, can only obey orders and wait for instructions. Back when he dominated Mornwick, he was just one of Frankie’s top lieutenants.”

Kylen’s shock grew with every word. He couldn’t help but ask, “Then who exactly is that young man?”

Colin drew in a deep breath before letting out the name, “Mr. Ashcroft.”

The moment Kylen heard it, he froze stone still. A chill of fear ran from his head to his toes. He quietly thanked himself that Colin had held him back, preventing him from acting recklessly. Otherwise, not even his father standing right there could have saved him. “Mr. Ashcroft of Mornwick is an unbeatable legend, an incomparable myth. I can’t believe I actually brushed past someone of this magnitude today.”

Leander walked forward with one hand in his pocket, heading straight toward the front desk of The Lafayette.

He had spotted Colin the instant he got out of the car, but he barely glanced at him. That single look was enough. He didn’t give Colin another thought after that.

To him, Colin was nothing more than dust drifting along the ground. Not even worth a glance. The past was done and buried. As long as Colin didn’t do something stupid and come looking for trouble, he wouldn’t spare him a second thought.

When he reached the hotel front desk, Leander let his gaze sweep across the lobby, slow and deliberate, like he was sizing the place up. The receptionist noticed him right away and offered a professional smile. “Good evening, sir. Are you checking in, or joining us for dinner?”

The Lafayette was one of those all–in–one spots: hotel, restaurant, entertainment all rolled into one. It was not the biggest name in town, but it was far from second–rate. Every staff member at the front desk had undergone formal training and delivered polished manners and impeccable service.

Leander rolled his neck once, slow and unhurried, then let a faint smile tug at his lips. He did not answer. Instead, he reached out casually with one hand. The next second, a leather couch that weighed well over a hundred pounds slid violently across the floor and slammed sideways into the middle of the lobby passage, blocking it off completely.

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Chapter 623 Jeff Ashcroft Is Here

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Then, he strolled over and dropped onto it like he owned the place, one leg crossed over the other, looking lazy, arrogant, and completely at ease.

“I’m not here to stay. I’m not here to eat,” he said flatly. “Go tell your management I’m here for them. I want a seat at tomorrow’s underground auction.” No buildup, no small talk, just straight to the point. After that, he leaned back against the couch, closed his eyes, and looked perfectly content, as if he were settling in for a nap.

“An underground auction?” The receptionist’s eyes had already darkened when she saw him single–handedly block the entire lobby walkway. But the moment she heard those words, confusion replaced the irritation.

What underground auction? I’ve never even heard of it!

The security guards nearby had started edging forward, tense and ready. Still, the receptionist kept her composure and addressed him politely. “I’m sorry, sir. Our hotel only provides accommodation and dining services. As for whatever auction you’re referring to, we have never hosted anything like that. You must have the wrong place.”

Leander did not even open his eyes.

“Whether you’ve heard of it or not is irrelevant,” he replied coolly. “Just inform your senior management. Tell them to come see me.”

The second she heard Leander, the receptionist’s expression fell flat.

She had been working at the Lafayette for almost six months. In all that time, no one had ever casually asked about an underground auction like he just did. And definitely no one had the nerve to drag a couch over and sprawl across it right in the middle of the hotel lobby. In her eyes, Leander was nothing but a troublemaker looking to stir something up.

She took a few cautious steps back, already lifting her hand to signal security to come over and escort him out.

Just then, a soft, sweet voice drifted through the lobby, clear as music. “What’s going on?”

Everyone turned at once. Almost instantly, the entire room went still. Their gazes locked onto the same spot, frozen there as if someone had pressed pause.

Leander opened his eyes and tilted his head toward the sound.

Near the elevators, a tall, striking figure was walking toward them with unhurried grace.

She wore no makeup, and she did not need it. Her beauty looked effortless, as if it had been carved that way by nature itself. Her skin was fair and luminous. Her figure was all smooth curves and sharp lines in precisely the right places, the kind of silhouette that made people stare without realizing it. Every subtle movement carried an undeniable feminine allure. When she frowned or smiled, her phoenix–shaped eyes seemed to hold both reproach and amusement at once, as if she could hook someone’s soul with a single glance.

She was the kind of woman others rarely saw, even once in a lifetime.

Her legs were long and perfectly straight. In just a few strides, she reached the front desk. She scanned the lobby, quickly piecing together what had happened. Then she turned her attention to Leander.

“Sir, I’m the hotel manager. Is there something you need?” she said evenly. “If you’re unhappy with our service in any way, you’re welcome to tell me. We’ll do our best to fix it. But could I ask you to step aside first? You’re blocking the area, and it’s starting to disrupt other guests.”

Her tone had been steady and self–assured, polished in that crisp, executive way that neither groveled nor offended. With a face

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