From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 None of You Deserve Her

Ahhh!

Ronald’s scream ripped through the room, freezing everyone in stunned silence. No one had the faintest idea what had just happened.

Just moments ago, Ronald had swaggered up to Leander with a handshake. Those who knew him well could see exactly what he was trying to pull.

When Leander accepted, everyone thought he was walking straight into trouble. Ronald was supposed to have the upper hand–but why was he the one howling in pain?

His face was twisted in pain, eyes wide with disbelief.

He’d gone all in on that handshake, but Leander hadn’t even flinched. Then, with just a slight squeeze, Leander made Ronald feel every finger joint in his right hand shatter.

Ronald had spent years mastering body–strengthening techniques. Years of relentless training had forged his body into a weapon. His physical conditioning was pushed to the brink of human potential, and his strength rivaled that of professional athletes. But now, standing before Leander, he might as well have been a toddler trying to wrestle a mountain.

“You b*stard! What the hell are you doing?!”

When Sawyer saw the look on Ronald’s face, he knew instantly that Ronald had taken a serious hit. Fury surged through him as he shouted, his eyes locked on Leander, burning with deadly intent.

Leander let go, his expression as calm as ever.

All eyes snapped to Ronald’s right hand. His fingers were grotesquely twisted, broken at unnatural angles like they’d been crushed in an industrial press,

“What the…”

Martha, Sylvia, and Joshua all stared in shock.

Leander had actually laid hands on Ronald–and he hadn’t held back.

No one could believe it. How had he done it? And how did he even dare?

After all, Ronald wasn’t just some random thug. He was one of Cranfordale’s young elite, on par with Sawyer. His father, Michael Quigley, was a fourth–tier officer in the Cranfordale Military Command. Not the highest rank, but he held real power and commanded hundreds of troops. Even Bradley, the wealthiest man in Cranfordale, wouldn’t dare claim to outrank him.

Michael was notoriously protective of his son. Years ago, when Ronald got into a fight with a young heir from another province, both sides walked away bloodied. But Michael had shown up with a full squad of armed soldiers and forced the heir to apologize on Ronald’s doorstep. Ronald had even gotten to beat him down himself.

And now Leander had the nerve to lay such a heavy hand on Ronald? That was practically suicide. If Michael caught wind of it, he’d come storming in with an army.

If fully armed troops came bearing down, there was only one person in all of Kaldia who could save Leander: Clement, the retired commander of the Thundercliff Army.

“How dare you hurt me?!”

Ronald had always relied on brute strength to throw his weight around, bullying others like he owned the world. Backed by his father’s power, he roamed Cranfordale like a tyrant. But now, Leander had crushed his entire hand into a mangled mess. Humiliation and rage boiled in his gut.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t?”

Leander slipped one hand into his pocket and sneered. “You were the one who offered the handshake. Loaded your fingers with strength, ready to crush mine the second I took it. Am I wrong?”

“Too bad. You’re just too weak.” Leander added.

At that moment, everyone finally understood–Ronald had tried to sneak in an attack during the handshake, but he simply wasn’t strong enough for Leander. That was why his right hand ended up crushed.

“You knew I was going to attack you?” Ronald’s eyes widened with fury.

He hadn’t expected Leander to read him so easily. With a roar, he grabbed a nearby chair with his left hand and swung it at Leander’s head.

Even though Leander had crushed his hand, that was only because of Ronald’s inferior strength. This time, he attacked with speed and aggression, certain that this blow would leave Leander bloodied and broken.

After all, picking fights was nothing new to Ronald in Cranfordale. In over twenty years of his life, he’d never backed down from anyone.

But now, he didn’t need to lift a finger. Ronald’s father, Michael, would make sure Leander never walked again.

“This city, this world–I come and go as I please. No one decides that for me,” Leander said coolly. “I don’t care who he is.”

“So, you are the one asking the Shire family for Madeline’s hand?” His gaze drifted lazily to Sawyer, eyes devoid of emotion.

“What?”

Madeline’s eyes widened. No one had told her anything about that.

Across from them, Sawyer’s gaze sharpened as he met Leander’s stare head–on, doing his best to hold his ground.

“That’s right. Madeline is the Shire family’s granddaughter. What business is it of yours if I propose to Old Mr. Shire?” he said, steadying his voice.

“What business is it of mine?” Leander gave a mocking smile.

“I used to think you, Sawyer Locke, were the most promising young man in Cranfordale- talented, capable, a real standout. If Madeline ended up with someone like you, she’d be well taken care of.”

“But now that I’ve seen you in person, you’re nothing but a petty, cunning coward. Madeline has a good heart. What makes you think you deserve her?”

He stepped forward, slowly raising a finger to point.

“Go back and tell your billionaire father to mind his own business. And stop trying to get involved with Madeline!”

“You want to marry my sister?” He scoffed, “You? Or your whole d*mn Locke family? None of you deserves her!”