From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 630

Chapter 630 Yvette’s Cousin

Chapter 630 Yvette’s Cousin

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Jacklyn and Melanie remained frozen in place for several long moments. Only when Victor and the others drew within a few feet did awareness return to them.

Melanie gave Jacklyn a subtle nudge. “Stop drifting off about Leander. We have responsibilities. Victor and Shiloh once led the student council. You are new. Make sure they recognize you. Your future in Ravenridge’s council depends on it.”

Jacklyn grasped only part of it, though she nodded anyway.

Melanie stepped forward with confident strides and halted before the three young men. “Victor, Shiloh, Hendrix. Welcome back to campus.”

She offered a polite bow, her smile warm and practiced.

“Hi, Melanie.” Recognition surfaced immediately in their expressions. During their tenure in the council, Melanie had been one of the more capable juniors. Each of them returned her greeting with a courteous nod.

The acknowledgment brightened Melanie’s features.

“This way, please,” she continued, gesturing toward the gymnasium entrance. “We’ve arranged seats in the guest section. We hope you might also share a few words during the anniversary ceremony.”

Her tone carried ease without losing respect. Timing her move perfectly, she guided Jacklyn forward.

“This is our newest core member, a freshman. The three of you have been her role models since enrollment. She has been looking forward to meeting you.”

The subtle wink told Jacklyn everything she needed to know.

She inclined her head. “Hi, I’m Jacklyn Quenton. Nice to meet you.”

They had heard admiration countless times. Still, being invited back as distinguished guests by the administration lent the moment weight. A freshman’s sincerity amused them. They responded with reserved smiles.

Jacklyn and Melanie escorted them toward the gym.

As they walked, Jacklyn’s usual liveliness faded. Three former campus elites accompanied her, yet her thoughts lingered elsewhere. Leander, where are you?

At the entrance, she glanced over her shoulder. No trace of Leander remained.

Across the open field of Ravenridge Senior High, Leander walked along the emerald stretch of the soccer pitch. The afternoon air carried faint cheers and laughter.

A year had passed.

The campus remained largely unchanged. Buildings stood where they always had Pathways followed familiar lines Even the bleachers by the field looked untouched,

Only the energy felt different, Freshmen infused the place with a bright, restless vitality

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He paused near the sideline, watching a cluster of boys fighting fiercely for possession of the ball. A quiet exhale escaped him.

For more than a year, he had dealt with figures decades older than himself. Some were in their fifties. Others had lived long enough to seem almost ancient. He had crossed paths with organizations such as the World Arbitration Office, Netherweb, and the Church. Every encounter carried weight.

He was not even twenty yet.

The realization struck him with quiet irony.

He was barely older than the students in the field.

Somehow, he had almost forgotten that fact.

Footsteps hurried toward him. A girl in the white freshman uniform stopped several feet away, her face flushed yet determined.

“Hi. What grade and class are you in? You’re really handsome. Can I have your number? Instagram works too.”

Her eyes sparkled with nervous courage.

A few yards away, a small group of girls gathered in a tight circle. Their suppressed laughter carried across the grass. The challenge was obvious.

Leander felt a faint curve touch his lips. The boldness of freshmen amused him; their priorities often leaned toward fleeting crushes rather than textbooks.

“I did not bring my phone today,” he offered the response gently, then turned to leave.

The girl darted forward, stepping into his path.

“That excuse is too obvious. I am only asking for your number. I will not harm you. Please do not be so distant.”

She pressed her palms together in exaggerated pleading. “If I fail, my friends will never let me hear the end of it. Help me out.”

“Your friends‘ game is not mine to play. I am not obligated to participate,” he replied evenly before stepping around her.

“Wait.”

Her voice carried disbelief.

She remained standing there, stunned. She knew she was not breathtaking beyond comparison, though plenty of freshmen admired her and regarded her as the belle of their grade. Even upperclassmen occasionally showed interest.

She noticed him earlier while walking with friends before the ceremony. His defined features and calm demeanor caught her eye immediately. A game of rock–paper–scissors decided her next move.

Losing meant she had to approach him, and now, rejection burned unexpectedly. No! I cannot go back like this must get his

number.

Aware that several friends still watched from nearby, she clenched her teeth and prepared to pursue him again. However, before she could move, a graceful figure appeared several feet in front of Leander

The newcomer wore simple flats and a flowing outfit styled with subtle bohemian flair. A round sunhat shaded her refined features. Effortless elegance surrounded her. Several boys on the field shifted their attention at once.

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