Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455 The Heir in Disguise

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Apparently afraid that his sister might steal Caspar’s attention, her Omega twin brother hurried to speak as well.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

Faced with concern from both Omegas, Caspar finally turned back and smiled.

“It’s nothing.”

Some blind fool had probably gone insane and fixed a murderous stare on him.

Perhaps the idiot wanted to die.

Once Caspar’s group disappeared inside, Julian’s hovercar moved forward. A private concierge and the assembled attendants came to receive them.

Their welcome was very different from the reverence Caspar had received. This time, the staff displayed little more than polished professional courtesy.

Neon Mirage was a paradise built to burn money. Anyone capable of crossing its threshold already stood beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Caspar, whose identity had been displayed openly, occupied the highest tier of the night’s gathering.

How could these unidentified visitors compare?

“Caspar Holt. Supposedly, he’s Corvo Holt’s illegitimate son. The family only brought him home recently, but they’ve already named him the official heir.”

Harold casually shared the gossip while leading the group farther inside.

Neon Mirage called itself a private club.

In reality, it was an entire architectural district spread across an area comparable to a small or midsize city.

The hovercar had dropped them within the inner ring.

Their destination was the Canopy Hotel, a streamlined tower grown directly from the trunk of a gigantic golden apple tree.

Aside from its guest rooms, the hotel was semitransparent. It resembled an enormous crystal lantern suspended beside the roots, and warm golden light shone from every floor.

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“What about those two Omegas?” Julian asked in confusion. “Isn’t an Alpha allowed to bond with only one Omega? Isn’t it illegal for him even to seek a Beta afterward?”

Julian rarely spoke.

He spoke even less often to someone as irrelevant as Harold.

The question filled Harold with confidence. He immediately opened his immense internal archive of noble gossip and Council scandals.

“Those two? Unless I’m mistaken, they’re the Kardell family’s Omega twins, Lina Kardell and Perry Kardell.”

“It really is them?”

Helen clearly knew the pair. Surprise crossed his face.

“Then what they’re doing isn’t unexpected.”

Julian remained lost.

He did not care who the twins were.

He only wanted to understand why everything he did appeared to violate some law, while these people behaved as though nothing they did could ever be illegal.

Julian turned toward Rowan and silently demanded a reasonable explanation.

Rowan: “…”

I’m not the kind of person who gossips about people behind their backs.

Rowan was not.

Harold was.

Exposing other people’s private scandals was practically one of his natural gifts.

“The Kardells thrive on publicity. They trade on their looks, exchange beauty for resources, and pursue high–ranking Alphas so they can raise the family’s status one step at a time…”

Harold’s wording was merciless. Helen’s explanation was considerably more objective.

“It’s a survival strategy. They’ve gained power, money, status, and a future through it. There’s nothing shameful about that, but they are ruthless with themselves.”

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People came in countless forms.

Omegas did too.

Not every Omega wanted to become a healer.

An ordinary Omega could spend years climbing through the medical system and still be transferred to the battlefield without warning. Finding a top–tier Alpha was undeniably a shortcut.

The Kardell family excelled at taking it.

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“I heard Caspar is 2S–class. That’s rare. It isn’t strange that the twins want to compete for him.”

Helen glanced at Julian.

Other people will tear each other apart over one 2S–class Alpha. Meanwhile, a certain 3S–class Alpha spends every day begging to be your dog.

The group soon arrived at the top–tier suite booked under Simon Hill’s name. It contained enough rooms for everyone to stay separately.

To them, the gossip along the way had been nothing more than entertainment.

No one took it seriously.

A black–market front such as Neon Mirage existed to offer freedom.

Absolute freedom.

One person did not share that view.

Ronald, their private concierge.

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