From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 482

On the second floor of the bar, Linton was surrounded by a cluster of people, boasting loudly about the future plans and operations of Stanton Academy’s student council.

The others weren’t buying it, but they all put on serious listening faces. Rubyanne sat beside him, tossing occasional compliments his way, making him feel even more inflated, almost drinking his glass dry in the process.

"Linton!" The aloof girl beside him suddenly spoke.

"Didn’t you say Mr. Morgan-Royce would come tonight? It’s past nine. Where is he?"

Hearing the name "Mr. Morgan-Royce", Linton immediately sobered up, straightening his posture. "Celia, don’t worry. He just messaged me. He’s on the way."

He said this while subtly admiring her graceful curves, inwardly sighing at his missed chance.

Her name was Celia Rhodes, the campus belle of Stanton Academy. To someone like Linton, who worshiped beauty, she had been a long-coveted prize, but he dared not make a move, because she was the woman Dylan Morgan-Royce cared about.

"Is that so?"

Celia crossed her arms, looking down on everyone.

Even Linton, who dominated the room, could not make her glance up.

At that moment, footsteps came up the second floor. Everyone turned to see a young man in a luxurious outfit standing at the stairhead.

With his handsome face and expensive attire, an overwhelming aura enveloped the room the moment he stood there, even overshadowing Linton.

Seeing him, Linton leapt to his feet. "Mr. Morgan-Royce! Finally! Please, please!" He gave up the main seat and gestured with exaggerated hospitality.

The young man’s expression was cold. He waved his hand and sat directly beside Celia, pulling her into his arms.

Celia, known to be the cold and distant goddess of Stanton, did not resist. She leaned into him, soft and delicate like a small bird in his embrace.

"Everyone, let me introduce you." Linton gestured toward him respectfully. "This is the Mr. Morgan-Royce I mentioned—Dylan Morgan-Royce of the Morgan-Royce family from Seagate."

It is Dylan Morgan-Royce!

The crowd froze, then all rose to raise their glasses, calling out, "Mr. Morgan-Royce!" in unison.

Dylan remained seated, calm and unbothered, barely sipping the toasts offered. He clearly considered himself above them all.

Though his attitude was arrogant, no one dared to show defiance.

Everyone forced smiles.

The Morgan-Royce family of Seagate was akin to a boulder weighing on them. Facing Dylan was akin to standing before third-generation elites like Daphne Florian or Ethan Ashcroft. No one dared show disrespect.

"A Morgan-Royce!" Even Rubyanne, seasoned in high society, felt a jolt. Though she lived in Highcliffe, she’d heard the family name thunder across elite circles.

She stood and bowed slightly. "Hello, Mr. Morgan-Royce. I’m Rubyanne Monroe, one of the bar’s shareholders. It’s an honor to have you here. I’ll drink first to show my respect."

Dylan’s eyes flickered with amusement and desire at the sultry beauty. This time, he drained his glass with real intent.

Linton, having completed introductions, gave a flattering smile and asked cautiously, "Mr. Morgan-Royce, about Mr. Wave, I’m not sure if you…"

Dylan, still enjoying the warmth of Celia in his arms, interrupted coldly, "If I promise something, I never break it.

"I’ve already notified Rodrick. For the Stanton student council’s event, the Wave Alliance will fully sponsor it, covering all expenses."

The crowd brightened immediately. The council’s pitch competition required sponsors, and in Highcliffe, the Wave Alliance was unmatched. With their backing, the event’s success and Linton’s reputation would soar. Even the school administration would have to take notice.

"Thank you, Mr. Morgan-Royce! Bottoms up!" Linton drained his glass. Dylan only nodded casually.

The group resumed chatting until someone asked, "Mr. Dunphy, you once mentioned seeing immortals fighting at Celestial Pavilion. What happened?

"After that, you never brought it up again. Now that we’ve finally got everyone together, why don’t you tell us the whole story?

Linton’s expression grew serious.

"I’m not joking. I had some drinks and passed the Celestial Pavilion that night. I swear I saw two figures fighting in the sky.

How can Linton possibly stomach that?

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