From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335 She’s My Future Wife

The four girls‘ eyes carried a trace of disdain. Leander noticed, of course, but he paid it no mind, pouring himself a drink without a word.

“Come on, let me do the introductions!” Nathan stood up eagerly. “This is Leander Ashcroft, the one we look to in our dorm!”

After that, he went down the line and introduced the girls. The one on the far right in a plaid shirt was Yulia Flavin. Next to her, wearing glasses and looking like a model student, was Raina Hawthorne. Then came the long–haired, red–lipped girl, Livia Westbrook. From Nathan’s expression, Leander could tell Livia was likely his target for the night.

Finally, Nathan’s face grew more serious as he smiled broadly at the last girl–the one in the leather jacket.

“Boss, this is the famous campus beauty of Highcliffe University, finance major and top student, Aurora Lysanne!”

Leander gave a slight nod of recognition. It was no wonder she had looked familiar to him. She was the fourth–ranked campus beauty at Highcliffe University, and he had seen her photo once on the forum that Nathan had shown him.

Leander smiled politely at the four girls, a nod that served as his greeting. Even when facing Aurora, the so–called fourth campus beauty, he treated her no differently.

The four girls frowned instantly. They had arrived earlier, and Leander, as the last to show up— and a man at that—should have made more of an effort. But he had barely reacted, showing no interest at all, as if none of them were worth his time. The casual attitude left them displeased.

Aurora in particular bristled. She prided herself on her beauty, and now that she was getting involved with the Wave Alliance, preparing to serve as one of their financial consultants, her self–regard was higher than ever.

Men usually fawned over her the moment they saw her. Yet here was Leander, not even bothering to spare her a second glance. The indifference stoked a spark of anger in her chest.

“Well, well, this guy’s got personality.” Livia’s sultry eyes slid over to him, her tone edged with mockery. “Nathan said the guy Daphne Florian threw herself at today was you, but honestly, I don’t see it.”

Her words, though veiled, carried a sharp edge: how could a girl like Daphne possibly fall for someone like him?

Nathan and the others shifted uncomfortably, their expressions stiff, but with the girls opposite them, they didn’t dare retort. All eyes turned to Leander.

Whether I look the part or not, it was me,” Leander said calmly, his tone unbothered.

“Really?” Livia narrowed her eyes with a smirk. “I thought Nathan was pulling our leg.

She lifted her glass toward him. “Since you’re late, you owe us three shots.”

Raina and Yulia exchanged sneering glances, while Aurora looked on with cold detachment.

Everyone knew Daphne’s name at Highcliffe University. Her status, her background–every detail about her was a matter of gossip. The girls, being women themselves, were especially familiar with her situation.

It was common knowledge that Daphne had long been engaged. Her fiance was none other than Ethan Ashcroft, the acknowledged number one heir of Highcliffe.

In their eyes, if Leander was close to her, it could only be as a distant cousin or some kind of family tie. But to claim she was his fiancee–this was beyond arrogance. It was sheer madness.

Even Nathan and the others froze, unable to believe their cars.

Aurora sneered, shaking her head. “I have to admire your nerve. From what I know, Ethan Ashcroft is Daphne Florian’s fiance. And you dare say she’s your future wife? Do you even realize what those words could cost you? If Ethan hears them–if the Florians and Ashcrofts hear them–do you know what kind of fate awaits you?”

Her words made Nathan and his friends fall silent with dread.

It was true. Everyone in Highcliffe knew Daphne and Ethan were engaged. For Leander to declare otherwise wasn’t just bold–it was a direct challenge, as if Ethan, the Ashcrofts, and the Florians meant nothing.

The three friends darted frantic looks at Leander, signaling him to stop before he got himself into serious trouble. But Leander only gave a faint smile.

“The Florian family? The Ashcrofts? Even if one of them were sitting right in front of me, I’d say the same thing.” Raising his glass, he drained it in one smooth motion. His tone carried nothing but scorn. “If you happen to know anyone from the Florians or the Ashcrofts, you can tell them these words came from me–Leander Ashcroft. I’d like to see what they can actually do about it.”