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Chapter 450 — Fitting · Oct 11, 2026

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403 Chapter 403 — Ginger’s Invitation 2026-10-11
404 Chapter 404 — The Nearly Completed Tiger Language Translator 2026-10-11
405 Chapter 405 — First Impressions of Mumbai 2026-10-11
406 Chapter 406 — Kingo 2026-10-11
407 Chapter 407 — The Eternals 2026-10-11
408 Chapter 408 — The Purpose of the Meeting? 2026-10-11
409 Chapter 409 — Insights from Brainwave Research 2026-10-11
410 Chapter 410 — Kingo’s Request 2026-10-11
411 Chapter 411 — Henry’s Requirement 2026-10-11
412 Chapter 412 — Indian Cuisine 2026-10-11
413 Chapter 413 — The Secret of the Eternals 2026-10-11
414 Chapter 414 — A Research Bottleneck 2026-10-11
415 Chapter 415 — Australia 2026-10-11
416 Chapter 416 — The Place of Seclusion 2026-10-11
417 Chapter 417 — Two Generals of the Eternals 2026-10-11
418 Chapter 418 — Diagnosis 2026-10-11
419 Chapter 419 — The Solution 2026-10-11
420 Chapter 420 — Sound-Absorbing Steel 2026-10-11
421 Chapter 421 — Vibranium Jewelry 2026-10-11
422 Chapter 422 — ’Rich and Naive, Easy Target!’ 2026-10-11
423 Chapter 423 — The Audition Invitation 2026-10-11
424 Chapter 424 — Progress on the Secret Research 2026-10-11
425 Chapter 425 — An Upgrade in Treatment 2026-10-11
426 Chapter 426 — An Unexpected Invitation 2026-10-11
427 Chapter 427 — The Mystikos Sect 2026-10-11
428 Chapter 428 — A Cannibal’s Patron 2026-10-11
429 Chapter 429 — Reporting Matters 2026-10-11
430 Chapter 430 — The Mysterious Banquet 2026-10-11
431 Chapter 431 — Gitano Dragoneiti 2026-10-11
432 Chapter 432 — The Real Game Begins 2026-10-11
433 Chapter 433 — Temptation 2026-10-11
434 Chapter 434 — The Impatient Fool 2026-10-11
435 Chapter 435 — Parting on Bad Terms 2026-10-11
436 Chapter 436 — Uneasy Days 2026-10-11
437 Chapter 437 — The Threat Emerges 2026-10-11
438 Chapter 438 — Happy Birthday 2026-10-11
439 Chapter 439 — A Problem Pressing Close 2026-10-11
440 Chapter 440 — Visiting Château du Jonchet 2026-10-11
441 Chapter 441 — Making the Request 2026-10-11
442 Chapter 442 — The Recommended Candidate 2026-10-11
443 Chapter 443 — A Private Morning Concert 2026-10-11
444 Chapter 444 — The Black-and-White Witch 2026-10-11
445 Chapter 445 — Terms of Alliance 2026-10-11
446 Chapter 446 — A Dangerous Alliance 2026-10-11
447 Chapter 447 — Givenchy’s Legacy 2026-10-11
448 Chapter 448 — Three Busy WomenNo 2026-10-11
449 Chapter 449 — Katie Earns Her Keep 2026-10-11
450 Chapter 450 — Fitting 2026-10-11

Chapter 450: Chapter 450 — Fitting

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On the eve of The Rock premiere, Charlize Theron, accompanied by Henry, was trying on the gown Cruella had prepared.

The dress was a form-fitting, backless green silk gown.

Its design was relatively restrained—not nearly as wild as Cruella’s usual work. The most unconventional aspect was the color itself: green.

Back in the Victorian era, green dresses had once been fashionable among aristocratic ladies. But the dye used at the time contained highly toxic arsenic—better known as arsenic poison.

As a result, the wealthiest women chasing fashion often died the fastest. The more obsessed they were, the worse their fate.

For a long time afterward, green clothing became taboo—inevitably associated with women who died in pursuit of beauty.

Fortunately, the silk gown Charlize wore used no such dangerous dyes. If it did, Henry’s Kryptonian nose would have detected it instantly.

Aside from its rebellious color—a signature Cruella touch—the design itself was fairly conventional.

Henry, however, looked surprised.

”Ms. de Vil, are you running out of inspiration? Couldn’t come up with something more outrageous?”

Cruella immediately grabbed a feather duster and waved it around furiously.

”Running out of inspiration? Do you even hear yourself?!

”Charlize is attending a formal event! There are expectations to consider! Should she show up dressed like a peacock?!

”And if someone like Sean Connery thinks it’s inappropriate, won’t you two start complaining that my designs aren’t good enough?!

”Designing according to the client’s needs and the occasion—that’s what professionalism looks like!

”I’m already enduring this boring work—what more do you want?!

”If you want attention so badly, go wear a swimsuit covered in rotting beef to the red carpet. I guarantee you’ll make every headline tomorrow!”

---

Henry had said exactly one sentence.

And got buried under a full lecture.

He instinctively looked to Charlize for comfort—only to receive a deadly glare and a flick to the forehead.

Clutching his ”injured” head, the Kryptonian retreated to the wall, sulking.

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Still, watching the room bustle with activity... felt strangely satisfying.

It wasn’t about slacking off while others worked.

It was like watching art being created.

A group of people carefully refining a girl’s appearance—taking something already beautiful and elevating it to something stunning.

Like watching a sculpture emerge from stone.

From ordinary... to extraordinary.

Seeing the whole process unfold—who wouldn’t find that interesting?

And transforming someone already beautiful into something breathtaking—

That was far more enjoyable than the so-called ”Eastern Asian transformation magic,” where makeup turns someone completely unrecognizable.

That kind of thing was basically fraud.

Honestly, it should be illegal.

The people who invented beauty filters? Public punishment.

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Henry’s suspicious grin clearly didn’t help his case.

Cruella snapped:

”You—next door. Go try your suit. Stop being an eyesore.”

Charlize nodded in agreement.

This was a fitting session—adjustments often required removing the dress entirely.

And while Henry had already seen everything there was to see...

In a room full of female staff and tailors, having him stare like that was still too much.

With Cruella leading the charge, everyone silently agreed.

If they could, they’d have kicked him out.

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Rubbing his nose, Henry retreated to the next room.

There, a mannequin displayed a dark gray suit.

Jasper Badun, Horace Badun, and several tailors were waiting.

”You finally got kicked out,” Horace said, stuffing his face with a donut. ”Took longer than I expected. Guess you’re more impressive than I thought.”

Since arriving in America, Horace had practically lived on donuts—at least one a day, often more.

His belt had loosened a notch or two, though his shirt buttons were still holding on for dear life.

Which just showed how much attention Cruella paid—even his clothes were constantly being adjusted.

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Henry chuckled.

”She’s my girlfriend. What’s wrong with looking?”

Jasper raised a bottle toward him. Henry waved it off.

”He doesn’t mean that,” Jasper said, pouring himself a drink. ”He means Cruella actually tolerated you in there that long. That’s the surprising part.”

”Oh? She’s that intense?”

”’Intense’ is putting it lightly. When she’s working, she’s... obsessive. Even we get intimidated sometimes—and we’ve known her since childhood.”

Jasper gestured toward the suit.

”Try it on. If anything doesn’t fit, we fix it immediately. If Cruella sees you in an ill-fitting suit, she’ll lose her mind.”

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Henry glanced at the suit, then at their outfits.

”Same style as yours?”

From the next room, Cruella’s voice rang out:

”You’re the one who says ’as long as I’m not naked, I’m fine’—and now you care about style?!

”I should just give you two leaves—front and back—tied with rope! Meets your standards and gets you attention!”

Henry quickly called back:

”Come on, I have some dignity! If I wore that, I’d have to flee to a deserted island the next day!”

”Shut up! Try the suit!”

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Moments later, Henry stepped out in the dark gray suit.

”...Wait. Why does this fit perfectly? When did you measure me?”

Horace grinned through a mouthful of donut.

”Cruella’s eyes are better than any measuring tape. Impressive, right?”

”...That is impressive.”

Henry tested the fit—waist, sleeves, movement.

Perfect.

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A well-tailored suit wasn’t supposed to restrict movement.

Originally derived from military uniforms during the reign of Louis XIV, suits later evolved into casual wear before becoming formal attire.

Even today, plenty of dangerous men conducted serious business in suits.

Mobility mattered.

Balancing freedom of movement with a sharp silhouette—that was the true skill of a tailor.

And this custom-made suit?

Far superior to anything Henry had ever worn from Armani.

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