Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274 The Wolf in the Fitting Room

Everyone: “…”

Ancestor

Please wake up.

Were they sure they would crush the Omegas?

And not be crushed flat by them?

Class F could not say they were used to King Julian’s beautiful mental state, but after surviving it so many times, they had developed some resistance.

He was a genius scientist.

A little madness was acceptable.

And strangely, that madness did remind them of something.

Whether they followed the Omega formation or some other artistic act, their own performance was already

set.

Since entering after the Omegas was now unavoidable, and sword-riding was also unavoidable, why not go all the way?

If they embarrassed themselves, the whole class would be embarrassed together.

No fear.

Soon, the class stopped sulking.

Under Advisor Anne Moore and the class committee’s direction, they entered the preparation room and started changing into disciple robes.

Because the centennial would be livestreamed across StarNet, Imperial Military Academy had prepared individual rooms for every artistic formation.

The academy wanted good performances.

Billions of viewers across the Empire wanted the same.

“Come here, come here. Help them fix this. What are you wearing? Noah Wells, who tied the belt around your forehead like a headband?”

Selene Wells had just arrived with her makeup team when the chaos in the preparation room nearly made her soul leave her body.

The robes were white, loose, and clean, the fabric falling like clouds.

The material, the tailoring, the overall design…

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Chapter 274 The Wolf in the Fitting Room

Forget it.

Selene felt that the cultivation costumes she had worn in Return Beneath the Moonlight were barely on the same level as these.

Deputy Shaw was truly generous.

Then she looked at the idiots who had tied their belts on their heads, hung jade-green disciple tokens around their necks, or worn the outer gauze layer inside the robe.

Selene suddenly felt that asking her to come might have been the smartest decision this class had ever made.

Without another word, the team from Return Beneath the Moonlight immediately split up.

Some helped students put on the clothes properly.

Some grabbed students who had already dressed and started working on hair and makeup.

Because the disciples were divided into core disciples who would fly the whole route, inner disciples who would land midway, and outer disciples who were too clumsy to balance on a sword, their styling had to show small differences too.

The main issue was simple.

Too little time.

Too much work.

Even Selene personally started fixing the girls’ hair and makeup.

Everyone was busy.

Julian alone stood at the entrance to a fitting room, clothes in hand, blocked by the first step.

His expression was serious.

“Ruin, you cannot come in.”

The wolf cub said nothing.

It rolled onto its back on the floor and exposed its belly, acting so shameless that no one would connect it

“Then who isn’t low profile?”

Almost as soon as that question appeared in the livestream comments, an extra-long royal hovercar floated into view.

The door opened without a sound.

An Alpha in a perfectly tailored dark suit stepped out. His shoulders were straight, his posture elegant, and the moment he lifted his eyes, the hired atmosphere team burst into cheers.

Low profile?

Crown Prince Harold Mulholland clearly did not understand the term.

“Careful, darling.”

He reached out and took the Omega’s pale, slender hand, helping Helen Rockefeller out of the car with practiced tenderness, as if he treasured him deeply.

Helen smiled.

His sapphire-blue eyes were clear and unforgettable.

The livestream comments split immediately.

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Chapter 274 The Wolf in the Fitting Room

Finance Minister Olyan, who stepped out after them, nodded in satisfaction.

However…

The instant Harold and Helen left the camera’s range, the sweet smiles on both faces vanished.

Helen pulled his hand back almost immediately.

His eyes were cold as ice.

Harold frowned.

His already decent mood dropped several degrees.

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