From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254 Get Out

Maeve–the woman adored by millions–had just ignored everyone and sat right next to Leander like it was normal. Her arm brushed his. Her side leaned into his. She didn’t flinch.

The room erupted in disbelief.

“Did you see that? Maeve just sat with some random guy.”

“She’s on the same seat. What the hell is happening?”

“Who even is he? Is he some heir we don’t know about?”

“No way. Give her back, man!”

The mutters turned into a mess of envy and outrage. Leander, who had been invisible seconds. earlier, now sat under a thousand burning stares. The attention wasn’t on Maeve anymore. It was all on him.

Skyler and the others at the table stared, stunned. Nobody blinked. Nobody moved.

Maeve, perfect and famous, was practically pressed against the most average guy in the room. He didn’t even own a car.

Yvette stayed calm. She didn’t look surprised. She already knew what had happened between them.

She had watched Leander cut Maeve off, cold and final. And she understood Maeve too well. The woman would never walk away without a fight.

Yvette got it. Her own feelings for Leander had become something she couldn’t control either. No matter how far he fell, she would still follow him.

Ginny’s eyes widened. She had heard about Maeve and Leander, but watching it happen in real time was something else.

Jade, Victor, and Colin could only sigh.

“Even someone like Maeve fell for the Jeff Enterprises chairman,” one of them muttered.

Across the room, a young man stood holding a bouquet of roses. He had planned to hand them to Maeve and finally talk to her tonight.

But now, he stood frozen. The roses drooped in his hand. His face turned

People started whispering. Businessmen and heirs scanned Leander from head to toe, trying to guess his background. What kind of guy could pull someone like Maeve into his orbit?

Leander held a slice of watermelon. He wasn’t expecting this kind of behavior from Maeve. He turned his head slowly and met her gaze. Her eyes burned with something raw.

But he didn’t blink. His voice came out flat and calm. “I don’t like sharing seats. Move.”

The room fell silent.

Anyone else would have begged for a moment like that. They would have snapped a picture. They would have replayed it for the rest of their lives.

But Leander didn’t even hesitate. He told her to get off.

People at the table, including the guy with glasses and Eleanor, nearly lost it. Maeve, right next to him, and he acted like it meant nothing?

Just one photo would send them viral. One short video could launch a career.

But now, Leander was about to blow it all up with a single sentence.

Skyler’s brows tightened. None of this made sense. Why would Maeve act like this with someone like Leander?

Did they know each other?

That was impossible. A regular Joe like Leander, friends with Maeve and a close one at that?

He started to piece things together, but Maeve’s next move made everything clear.

“I’m not moving,” she said. Her voice was steady. Her tone held no room for argument. “I’m sitting right here. Wherever you go, I’m going too.”

And now, there she was–Maeve–sitting shoulder to shoulder with some nobody. His blood burned.

He turned to Josiah and asked, “Josiah, who the hell is that guy? Do you know him?”

Even through the anger, he stayed level. He never acted without knowing what he was up against.

Josiah gave a cold laugh. He didn’t need to guess what his friend was thinking.

“Name’s Leander. Dropped out of high school. From what I’ve heard, he’s been working for my dad Probably handling odd jobs or security”

He gave a smirk and shrugged. “If you wanna go after him, be my guest. I’ve got your back.”

The man’s face tightened. That was all he needed to hear.

He had been careful at first, just in case Leander was somebody important. But if he was nothing more than one of Frankie’s lackeys, then there was nothing to worry about.

With Josiah on his side, not even Jamero–Frankie’s right–hand man–would stand in his way. And Leander? He didn’t even count.

The man took one sharp step forward, then another, and crossed the room in seconds. He came to a stop right in front of Leander.

“You’re Leander, right?” he said.

“You’re just a foot soldier for Frankie. Who the hell gave you the right to sit at the VIP table? And what makes you think you can sit next to Ms. Maeve?”

His finger pointed toward the exit. “Get out.”

The room changed. The air tightened. Every conversation died off, and all eyes shifted toward Leander.

His tablemates didn’t say a word. A few leaned back in their chairs, quietly watching. The kid finally pissed off the wrong person.