From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Assassination Begins

All eyes in the room shifted to Leander, whose brow furrowed with confusion.

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His reunion with Macve had been far from harmonious. In fact, he had never treated her kindly–yet now she actually wanted him to join her on stage.

Leander was sure she was doing it on purpose. If he hadn’t been so meticulous in hiding his identity, he might’ve thought she had already seen through him.

Everyone else was quietly envious that Leander had become the lucky one chosen to perform alongside Maeve tonight. But to their surprise, Leander remained unmoved and simply waved his hand dismissively.

“Sorry, I don’t sing.”

His tone was firm, almost cold. The last thing he wanted was to be in the spotlight with Maeve. The more time they spent together, the higher the risk she’d recognize him. And if he started singing, his voice and mannerisms would give him away instantly.

Upon hearing Leander’s refusal, Maeve pursed her lips, clearly not ready to give up.

With a playful smile, she turned to the audience. “Looks like this gentleman is a little shy. What do you say? Should we give him a bit of courage?”

Suddenly, the room erupted in thunderous applause, all urging Leander to take the stage. Right on cue, Frankie had the spotlight cast directly on him.

In an instant, Leander found himself in a dilemma with no easy way out. Yvette caught sight of his grim expression, covered her mouth, and let out a quiet laugh–clearly amused.

“Phew!”

With a sigh and a helpless shake of his head, he gave in and started walking toward the stage.

Not far away, Troy’s eyes burned with jealousy, his expression darkening. “Did that b*stard already tell Maeve everything?”

His fists clenched tight, a flicker of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. His biggest trump card was keeping Maeve from learning Leander’s true identity. If she ever found out Leander was still alive, he’d lose all his leverage–and be cast out of her world forever.

And if he killed Leander after Maeve learned the truth, she would hate him for the rest of her life. He’d have no chance of ever winning her heart.

“He probably hasn’t. Maeve must’ve picked him at random–it was just dumb luck that it

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happened to be him.”

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Emma’s eyes shimmered slightly as she spoke in a low, steady voice. “Let’s set this aside for now. We need to focus on the situation in the Umbral Court. I can feel it–they’re already here.”

She swept her gaze across the room, expanding her senses to the limit. In the faintest corners of the venue, she’d already picked up traces of a cold, unsettling presence.

“I feel it too. They’ll move as soon as the time hits. It’s been 23 hours and 40 minutes since the bounty was issued yesterday. In another twenty minutes, it’ll be time,” Elias said with a nod. His expression grew heavier with each word.

“Let’s go. Time to move.”

Emma rose to her feet, Elias following right behind. Troy cast one last look at Maeve and Leander on stage, his eyes dark with reluctance–but still, he followed the others.

In a blink, the three top young elites of Astria’s martial world disappeared from the venue.

Back on stage, Leander finally stood beside Maeve.

“If you don’t know the song, it’s fine. I’ll lead,” she said sweetly.

Seeing Leander’s expression as dark as the bottom of a pot gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. She had pulled him up here on purpose–payback for the cold shoulder he’d always given her.

“You sing. I’m just standing here,” Leander replied flatly, taking the microphone without emotion. He barely responded the whole time, humming a few lines half–heartedly.

When the song ended, he didn’t even glance at Maeve–just stepped off the stage and walked away without a word.

Maeve chuckled quietly to herself, but let him go, staying on stage to sing a few more songs on

her own.

Outside the venue, at a dim corner near the stairwell, a figure drifted silently down the corridor like a shadow. The two security guards from Jeff Enterprises barely had time to react before they collapsed to the ground.

The intruder was headed straight for the backstage area, until a graceful silhouette blocked his path.

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“What’s this?” He lifted his head slightly, mild surprise flickering across his pale face. “One of the Four Beauties of Astria martial world, Emma Reyne from the Tri–Peak Sect?”

Standing before him was Emma, her palm faintly glowing with icy energy. The temperature in the corridor dropped in an instant.

“You’re one of the Twelve Talons, Marrow?”

Emma recognized the man at a glance, her voice cold and sharp.

“I didn’t expect the entire Twelve Talons to mobilize just to kill Maeve. Is this how the Umbral Court deals with a defenseless girl?”

Marrow smirked, his smile completely void of warmth.

“If a prodigy from the Tri–Peak Sect like you weren’t guarding her, why would we need to show up in full force?”

A chill gathered in her palm, frost already creeping along the corridor walls. Her eyes sharpened, brimming with battle intent.

“If you want her, you’ll have to go through me first. I’m curious—are the Twelve Talons from the Umbral Court really as terrifying as the rumors say?”

She didn’t wait for a reply. With a flick of her wrist, she struck with a powerful palm.

“Heh, if it’s a fight you want, I’ll gladly oblige!” Marrow grinned, meeting her palm head–on.

Their clash sent a violent shockwave through the corridor, blowing murals clean off the walls.

Boom!

With a deep thud, the wall behind them exploded. The two were blasted out of the venue, their figures vanishing into the night sky.

On the steel–framed rooftop of a neighboring hall, another showdown had begun–Maddox from the Twelve Talons faced off against Troy.

“If you want to touch my fiancée, you’ll have to get past the Levington family’s Cloudveil Palm!”

Maddox raised a brow, a playful gleam in his eyes, laced with mockery. “Good. I’ve been meaning to see what Thaddeus‘ son is really capable of.”

The two clashed with fierce intensity, their movements wild and fluid, clothes billowing despite the still air. They fought fiercely, exchanging blow after blow, gradually pushing the battle outside the venue.

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Finished

Elsewhere, Elias moved like a gust of wind, locked in combat with Thornton from the Twelve Talons near the artificial mountain beside Maplebrook Manor.

Inside the venue, everything remained calm. Maeve continued singing passionately, and aside from Leander, no one realized that a deadly battle had already erupted just beyond the walls.

As her final song ended, thunderous applause echoed through the hall. Maeve stepped off the stage gracefully, her gaze drifting toward the table where Emma and the others had been. It was now empty–something that made her pause in quiet confusion.

She scanned the room. Several guests had already stood and gestured invitingly, eager for her company. Yet, for reasons she couldn’t explain, her feet carried her toward Leander’s table

instead.

Leander was reclining on the couch, chewing on a piece of fruit, completely unfazed by her presence. Yvette greeted Maeve with a polite smile.

While the two women chatted casually, neither noticed the silent danger drawing closer.

High above, perched on a wooden beam cloaked in shadow, a figure waited–Emdalf, one of the Twelve Talons. In his fingers, a silver needle glinted coldly, thin as a strand of hair.

His eyes gleamed with killing intent. With a subtle flick of the wrist, his silver needle sliced through the air like a streak of cold light, flying straight for Maeve’s left temple.

“Target eliminated,” he whispered, confident in his strike.

The moment he released the needle, he was sure that Maeve was finished.

But just as death closed in on her, two fingers suddenly appeared in its path. The hair–thin needle halted midair, caught effortlessly between them.

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