From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 657

Chapter 657 Distinguished Guest

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Leander stood there radiating pure killing intent. The air around him felt sharp, his gaze cold enough to slice through steel. He had been ready for anger, for defiance, for tears. What he had not expected was that line from Genevieve.

The murderous edge in his eyes eased, just slightly. He flicked his hand in dismissal. “I’m not interested in playing some growth game with you. I’ll say this one last time. Stop bothering me.” The moment the words left his mouth, he turned and strode into the villa without another glance.

Watching his unyielding back disappear, a strange bitterness crept into Genevieve’s chest. It caught her off guard. She had never felt anything quite like it before.

From him, she had sensed something fierce and unwavering. The kind of devotion a man could give a woman without holding anything back. And she found herself wondering if there would ever be someone who would love her like that. Someone who would not care about cultivation, family background, talent, or even beauty. Someone who would choose her, and only her, without hesitation.

She stood there for a long while, unmoving. Then she lifted her head. Her eyes hardened with resolve. “Leander, no matter what it takes, I’ll make you fall for me.”

For someone like me, who has fought to be first in everything since I was a child, if someone else has it, of course, I want it too. Daphne is behind me in every possible way, so why does she get Leander’s unwavering love? Why can’t I be the one he loves so fiercely that he never looks away?

The thought settled in her heart. Genevieve stepped forward on her long, graceful legs. She lifted her palm, and the villa’s professional security lock responded instantly, the door sliding open at her command. Without hesitation, she walked inside

‘What are you doing here?” Leander had been sitting on the living room couch, about to close his eyes and rest. The second he saw ner step in, his brows drew together sharply.

‘I told you, I’m going to make you fall in love with me. And until that happens, I’m obviously staying with you. How else are we supposed to build feelings?” A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she said it, rare and startling against her usual composure.

n the domain she came from, the entire world saw her as an untouchable goddess, aloof and distant. She had never once taken the initiative to live under the same roof as any man. And yet here she was, boldly inserting herself into the life of a young man rom the outside world. If the proud prodigies who pursued her ever found out, they would probably want Leander dead out of sheer jealousy.

Leander narrowed his eyes and pointed at her. “Genevieve, don’t push it.” His voice was icy, impatience flickering beneath the surface. “Don’t think I won’t lay a hand on you just because you’re a woman. Are you walking out on your own, or do you want me o throw you out?”

f anyone else had said that to her, she would have sneered, clearly showing her disdain. But back at Sandsong Oasis, he had taken her sword strike head–on and shattered her attack like it was nothing. She knew he was more than capable of overpowering her.

Even so, she did not look the least bit rattled. Instead, she flashed him a teasing, almost wicked smile and casually stretched out on the couch beside him, lying down as if she belonged there.

“Oh, really? Then go ahead and throw me out. I won’t fight back. Do it.” She spread her arms wide and stretched lazily, completely surrendering herself to his judgment.

Leander’s eyes flickered, and his fingers clenched sharply, making the crisp sound of knuckles snapping. He had held himself back for a long moment, yet he simply couldn’t strike someone who wasn’t resisting–especially not a woman.

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Chapter 657 Distinguished Guest

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He drew his gaze back and wore a mask of cold indifference. Without another word, he turned and strode back to the bedroom.

“You can stay here if you want. Pick any room you like. But I warn you, don’t push your luck. My patience has its limits!” With that, he slammed the door shut.

On the couch, Genevieve let a sly, knowing smile curve her lips. “Hmph. Still couldn’t bring himself to do it, huh?”

She felt a rush of triumph.

This guy really can’t handle someone playing soft on him. As long as I’m persistent and gentle, he’s got no way to stop me!

She glanced toward his bedroom but held back the urge to push his boundaries further. Instead, she picked one of the guest rooms next door and settled in for the night.

The house was quiet all night. Around noon the next day, the smell of food drifted through the air and woke Genevieve from her sleep.

She twitched her nose and followed the scent out of the room. There, she saw Leander sitting at the table, sipping soup. The delicious aroma was coming straight from his bowl.

‘What is that? Smells amazing!” she said, eyes wide with curiosity, staring at the bowl like a kid who had never seen the world.

Where she lived, everyone focused on cultivation above all else. Everything they did was about getting stronger. Meals were usually oland, just enough to keep the body going. The most prized delicacies were rare herbs and elixirs. She had never tasted anything ike this.

Even when she traveled in the outside world and smelled fresh, enticing foods here and there, years of disciplined training kept her ‘rom giving in. Her mind was always focused.

But now, seeing Leander, someone far stronger than her, savoring a simple meal like this, she could no longer resist. Her fingers witched, and she was drawn straight to it.

‘This is chicken and veggie soup!” Leander said lightly, but inside, he felt a flicker of something strange.

Back at the Oasis in the Sahar Wastes Desert, he had already been curious about Genevieve’s background. And now, seeing her struggle even with ordinary, everyday food, he was more convinced than ever. Everything pointed to her coming from a place completely cut off from the world, maybe even utterly detached from everyday life.

But the world was huge. Even people in remote mountain villages or in primitive jungles had at least some contact with the outside world. He couldn’t imagine any place truly isolated, untouched by the ordinary bustle of life.

“Lesser World?” he suddenly remembered what she had mentioned before. He’d heard the name before, but he knew almost nothing about it.

Even after eight years traveling across the entire world, surviving countless dangers, and poring over numerous dusty, forgotten tomes, he’d never come across any record of this Lesser World.

And judging by the way things were now, the people in the entire world seemed to have abilities and talent far beyond ordinary Martial Practitioners.

His mind drifted to that mysterious older man who had knocked him back ten feet with a single move.

Is he from that mysterious Lesser World, too?

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