From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 Did You Make A Mistake?

Leander stood several yards from Sawyer, his voice cold and steady, each word cutting through the air loud and clear.

No one had expected much from him. He was, after all, practically a stranger to their circle. Yet here he was, showing shocking strength. With barely a moment’s warning, he had seriously injured Ronald. And now, he was openly rebuking Sawyer, dismissing both him and the entire Locke family as unworthy of Madeline.

In all of Cranfordale, no one had ever seen a young man this bold. Even Martha from the Shire family wouldn’t have dared challenge the heirs of Cranfordale’s top clans. But Leander? He didn’t hesitate.

Behind him, Madeline’s eyes shimmered with emotion. She didn’t exactly love the way he’d called her “my sister,” but her heart still fluttered.

He was still someone who would stand up for her.

“What did you just say?”

Sawyer’s face darkened, his eyes practically spitting fire.

He had booked this private room to get closer to Madeline. Everything was going perfectly— until Leander barged in, beat Ronald half to death, and had the gall to come after him too, calling him petty and unworthy of her. He had never been humiliated like this in public.

“You arrogant b*stard! You think you can look down on me and insult the Locke family? You’ve got a death wish!”

Blinded by rage, he slammed his palm against a button in the room.

The door burst open. A dozen men in black rushed in–each one built like a tank.

“Break both his legs! I’ll take the heat!”

Sawyer didn’t waste another word. He pointed at Leander, and the men surged forward, fists flying.

“Hmph!”

A smirk tugged at Leander’s lips, his eyes gleaming with disdain. No one could track how he moved–but within a few steps, the room echoed with the sound of dull thuds.

One by one, the hulking men dropped to the ground, all unconscious in an instant.

Shock rippled through the room. If Leander’s earlier blow to Ronald had stunned them, this one–man takedown of trained fighters was downright terrifying.

A sharp glint flashed in Sylvia’s eyes. Among everyone present, she was the only one who had truly tracked Leander’s movements. Every punch, every kick–precise and fluid. His strikes moved with seamless efficiency, a flawless display of complete control over his body strength.

So, he’s a master of body–strengthening!

She gave a subtle nod, her opinion of Leander rising once again.

Martha, on the other hand, blinked in disbelief, awe flashing across her face.

Just then, Leander’s gaze shifted to Sawyer, who remained frozen in place.

“I was going to let you crawl back to the Locke family. But since you wanted to break my legs… I’ll return the favor–with interest!”

“One of yours is already down. I don’t mind adding you to the list,” Leander said coolly.

He stepped forward–and for the first time, Sawyer felt bone–deep fear.

He stumbled back, panic contorting his face. “Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer!”

But there was no mercy in Leander’s eyes. He moved again–swift as a flash. Before anyone could react, four sharp cracks of breaking bone echoed through the room.

Sawyer crumpled to the floor, his limbs twisted grotesquely. It was clear that both his arms and legs had been completely shattered.

“You… you broke my limbs…? How dare you!”

Sawyer howled in pain, forcing out a furious roar as he clung to the last of his pride.

Leander looked down at him with icy detachment, towering over him like a judge delivering a sentence.

“Consider this your warning. If you’ve got a problem, send someone after me,” he said coldly.

“Want to compare family background? Power? Influence? Fine. I’ll take whatever you throw at me.

“I’ll be at the Shire Estate tomorrow for Old Mr. Shire’s birthday celebration. If any of you want revenge, don’t waste the opportunity.” His voice was flat, emotionless,

With that, he turned and strode out of the room with Madeline at his side, leaving the wreckage behind.

Joshua and Rhea stood frozen, their faces blank with shock.

They had personally picked up Leander and Madeline at the airport. At first glance, Leander had come across as a polite, well–mannered academic.

They never imagined that behind that gentle demeanor was such terrifying strength. He had effortlessly crushed the two most powerful heirs in all of Cranfordale, taking them down like rabid dogs.

Joshua finally snapped out of his daze and turned to Martha, his voice low and shaken.

“Martha… what do we do now?”

Martha’s eyes darkened as she collected her thoughts. After a brief pause, she spoke, her tone grave. “Get some people over here. Take Sawyer and Ronald to the hospital. We’ll handle the rest back at the Shire Estate.”

“He’ll be here tomorrow for Dad’s birthday celebration. If the Locke and Quigley families show up looking for blood, we’d better figure out our response now.”

The room fell silent.

Leander was, technically, a guest of the Shire family. If trouble came knocking, they would have no choice but to take a side.

“If you ask me,” said Frederick Shire, the fifth eldest, his voice low and gaze steely, “we hand him over. Let him face the consequences.”

Franklin tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table. “Turning him over like that… might be a bit too heartless.”

“Exactly,” Lily chimed in. “Leander is Hazel’s adopted son. She died so young. If her spirit’s watching us from somewhere and sees us treat him like this, how could she ever rest in peace?”

With the two most respected voices of the second generation speaking up, no one dared object. A heavy silence blanketed the room.

Just then, a dry cough echoed from the doorway.

Clement slowly stepped inside, leaning on his iron cane.

“Dad,” Franklin began, ready to explain the situation. But Clement raised a hand, cutting him off.

“I’ve already heard everything. Go get some rest. A decision will be made tomorrow.”

The Shire siblings exchanged uneasy glances. Clement had always been a man of swift, decisive action. For him to wave this off so calmly in the middle of such a crisis… It wasn’t like him.

Still, he had spoken. They could only leave, heads full of unanswered questions.

Clement took a seat at the head of the room. The living room was now empty, save for him and one guard.

“Wait at the gate,” Clement said. “The moment Leander returns, let me know.”

The guard nodded and left to carry out the order.

Clement settled into the high–backed chair, his sharp gaze flickering with thought.

Mornwick’s Legend… CEO of Jeff Enterprises… Quite the title.

But if you think that’s enough to face the Lockes and Quigleys head–on, you’re still falling short.

He exhaled slowly, his voice a whisper. “Leander… this time, did you make a mistake?”