Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The Lamborghini purred along the dimly lit streets, the city blurring past like a quiet afterthought. Ava Klein's fingers flexed on the wheel, her mind looping in overdrive while Parker sat there like a statue—head back, eyes closed, calm as hell.

How does someone stay that calm after dropping four billion dollars?

She stole another glance at him. The dude wasn't just rich—he was dangerous rich. Like, "I could buy the whole block and still tip your grandma six figures" rich. And he was seventeen.

Seventeen.

And here she was, his legal rep, locked into this whirlwind after barely knowing him for, what, a few hours? If you'd told her this morning she'd be handling the real estate portfolio of a kid who made some of New York's elite look like college interns, she would've laughed in your face.

But now?

He'd just tipped people millions. Millions. And for what? Doing their damn jobs.

Her stomach tightened. Not in a bad way—but in that "I might be standing too close to something massive" kind of way. The power play was obvious—Keep people close. Lock them in servitude loyalty. Hell, she couldn't even be mad—it was smart.

Still…something felt off.

Parker was too calm. Too…detached. Most billionaires she'd dealt with at least pretended to enjoy the flex. The champagne. The ego trips. But this kid? His face hadn't flinched since the second he hit "send" on those wire transfers.

He was either a complete sociopath…or playing a game on a level she hadn't even cracked yet.

And that was annoying.

Because Ava liked having people figured out. Especially clients.

'Keep it professional,' she reminded herself. 'You're here for the job, not his mental breakdown.'

Still, the whole "mysterious young billionaire" vibe was eating at her. The car slowed as they approached the hotel.

Late. Too late to drive back home.

But before she could speak, Parker's voice cut through the silence—smooth, controlled, but heavier now.

"Let's meet for dinner later." His eyes stayed half-lidded, but sharp. Focused. "We've got more to go over, and I want everything wrapped up tonight. I'm heading back to L.A. after this."

Ava blinked. 'Damn. Straight to the point.'

She gave a slow nod. "Fine. Dinner. But you're not gonna disappear on me, right? We still need signatures on those last documents for Dubai."

He finally cracked a grin—just a flicker. "You'll get what you need. See you tonight."

The way he said it? Like the conversation was already over.

The car pulled up to the hotel entrance, and before she could process the weird tension still lingering, Parker was already out, disappearing into the lobby like he owned the damn building too.

Ava exhaled hard, fingers still tight on the wheel. 'What the hell did I just sign up for?'

****

The elevator slid open with a soft chime, and Parker stepped out into the dimly lit hallway of his penthouse suite. The plush carpet muffled his footsteps as he fished out the keycard, the door clicking open with a quiet beep.

Before he could even take a breath—

"MEOW!"

A blur of dark fur launched from the shadows, slamming into his chest like a heat-seeking missile.
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"Whoa—Ere, chill!"

The magical feline clung to his shirt, headbutting him right in the jaw before leaping up to perch on his shoulder like some pissed-off parrot. Her fluffy tail lashed dramatically, almost like she was chewing him out.

Parker winced. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I left you. My bad, okay?" He pried her off and held her up by the armpits like some overgrown plush toy. "You mad at me, princess?"

Ere narrowed her sliverly eyes. Very mad.

"Look, I had business. Billion-dollar stuff. I told you I'd be late, but nooo, now you're giving me the whole 'you left me for dead' guilt trip—"

"Mrow."

"Fine. I'll make it up to you." He sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head before setting her back down. She immediately circled his legs like a tiny bodyguard, still grumbling in cat-speak.

Honestly? Parker cared more about Ere's attitude than half the people he dealt with.

She wasn't just a cat. Her intelligence alone could probably school some Ivy League types. Hell, she'd probably roast that stupid Julian from Harvard in a debate and still have time for a nap afterward.

Parker shook his head, muttering, "You're such a diva."

Ere's tail flicked.

After some coaxing with treats he definitely didn't need to bribe her with, Parker hit the shower. Hot water. Steam. The kind of rinse that felt like it was scrubbing the stress off his bones. When he stepped out, he tossed on a fitted black Korean-inspired jacket, the kind with sleek buttons and subtle embroidery along the collar. Minimalist but sharp.

Fresh, clean, ready.

When he re-entered the suite's living room, Ere was sprawled out like she owned the damn place, but the second he sat, she climbed onto his lap like she was claiming him too. He ran his fingers through her fur, absently petting while his phone buzzed.

[Ding!

Congratulations, Host!

Billionaire Milestone Achieved!

Milestone Rewards: 100 Spins, Lamborghini Revuelto, and a Beverly Hills mansion!

Parker froze mid-pet.

"Wait, what?!"

Okay, the car? Cool flex. The mansion? Eh. He could practically cough up a few hundred million for another one if he wanted.

But those spins?

Those spins were priceless.

He couldn't buy those. They gave rewards his money couldn't touch.

And the next notification just sweetened the deal—

[Ding! Host can now connect all personal accounts (Bank, PayPal, Phone) to the System Infinity Card!

Parker smirked. He had seen this before after buying the estates. So that was why he could tip the team earlier straight from his phone instead of needing a physical card. This setup would save him some serious hassle in the future.

But the real kicker—

[Host has acquired a Halo: "Anonymous Billionaire" (Upgradable)]

Description: With the Halo, host can spend and purchase without being tracked by world authorities. Your wealth and transactions are fully untraceable back to you!]