Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 104 True Word

Tiffany & Co. stood there like a damn palace—spotless glass walls, velvet-lined displays, that signature blue everywhere, making everything feel a little... colder. Softer. Like even the air was expensive.

The moment Parker and Elena stepped inside, the staff clocked them. A sharp-eyed manager in heels so tall they defied physics glanced at Parker's face, then his watch, then his face again before giving that tight-lipped, professional smile that said we know you have money, but how much?

Elena, on the other hand, looked like she didn't belong. Or at least thought she didn't.

Her fingers brushed the edge of a glass case displaying diamond chokers so bright they practically threw light off the walls. She stayed quiet, lips parted just slightly as her eyes traced the fine details.

Parker caught that look.

"Elena."

She snapped back, straightening. "Sir?"

"You're picking for us again this time." His voice dropped just enough to keep it personal, low, steady. "This stuff? It's not for me. Pick what fits. You. Naomi too. Whatever you need—want. Don't care. Just handle it."

Stepping around the cases with this calm, measured grace. Her fingertips skimmed along the edge of a rose gold diamond cuff, then lingered on a sapphire teardrop pendant like she could feel the quality without even touching it.

The manager noticed too, posture straightening.

"This piece," Elena said softly, nodding toward a delicate bracelet with interlocking diamonds. "For Naomi. Elegant, subtle. But this," her eyes flicked toward a heavier white-gold necklace encrusted with emeralds, "this one's for formal events. It commands attention. It will be good on her."

The manager blinked, clearly impressed, but kept her pro smile tight. "An excellent eye, miss. Would you care to try them on?"

Elena didn't even look at Parker for approval. She nodded.

And Parker?

He just watched.

It was... fascinating. This quiet, almost personal transformation. How she turned from 'the employee' into someone who looked like she belonged there. No awkwardness. No self-doubt.

He barely noticed the other customers.

A middle-aged couple a few cases down, whispering under their breath while the husband glanced between a set of diamond earrings and the price tag like it was a hostage situation.

A younger woman near the back, obviously rich but new to it, clutching a credit card while a jeweler explained the difference between cushion and princess cut diamonds.

Wealth wasn't loud here. It was all about control. Quiet flexes.

The manager returned with the final selection, presenting the jewelry on white satin pillows like they were offering a damn crown.

"$175,000 total for both pieces," she said smoothly, like it wasn't a jaw-dropping number.

Elena gave a soft nod of approval. Parker just handed over his personal black card, no hesitation.

When the manager swiped it, there was the faintest pause. Not denial—just a millisecond longer than normal. Like the system itself needed a second to process the sheer weight behind that number.

And then it cleared.

"Of course, Mr. Parker," the manager said, voice silk-smooth again. "Shall we have these added to the bunch going to be delivered to your residence?"

Parker nodded. "Right."

Next? Watches. Harry Winston.

This place felt even heavier somehow—dark wood panels, softer lighting, quieter. More serious. The kind of place where people whispered and deals were made behind closed doors.

And the watches?

Christ, they were like art.

But Parker? Watches were... watches. Telling time wasn't that complicated.

"Can I assist you, sir?" The salesman was older, mid-fifties, that smooth French accent kicking in. Tailored navy suit, cufflinks so subtle they probably cost a semester at Harvard.

Parker shrugged. "Not sure yet. Looking around." Elena, though? She was already in motion.

"Something timeless," she murmured, inspecting a Patek Philippe under the glass. Rose gold. Skeleton dial. She nodded to herself. "This. And for Naomi..."

She moved down the row, stopping at a sleek Cartier Ballon Bleu with a silver face. Understated. Elegant. "This fits her style better."

The salesman, sharp as hell, nodded. "An exceptional choice, miss. Might I also recommend—"

"Those will do," Parker cut in, voice calm but firm, he was growing tired now.

The salesman didn't miss a beat, bowing slightly. "$650,000 total, monsieur. May I?"

The card went through. Again.

But Parker caught the subtle shift in the air. The glances. Another couple across the room—the husband literally adjusting his cuff, sneaking a peek at Parker's reflection in the glass.

The salesman returned with a black envelope, sealed with a silver crest.

"An exclusive invitation, monsieur. Our private gala next month. Strictly limited guests. We hope you'll consider attending."

Parker accepted it with a nod but didn't respond.

He was already watching Elena as she adjusted the bracelet on her wrist. She looked... different. Not just more polished but more aware of herself and how people were looking at her now.

And when they left, Parker tossed her the Range Rover keys again without a word.

She caught them, hesitating just long enough to whisper, "You just spent over a million dollars today..." Parker leaned back against the leather seat, gazing out at the fading afternoon light across Rodeo Drive.

"Yeah." He exhaled....

[Ding! Hidden Mission Completed.

Mission: Grows Seed. Earn the loyalty and trust with just spending.

Reward: Soul of Deception — New ability.

Ability Unlocked: True Word – An ability to instill absolute instructions into enemies. Success depends on the user's superior mental, soul, and willpower overpowering the target's resistance!]

'System check her AP!'

[Name: Elena

AP: 50]

This. This was why Parker thought it was always better to go all out at times you never know what heavens throw at you. Sure, responsibility played a part—these two had become his people. But deep down? It was about this. Power. Growth. The system.

The SUVs packed to the brim followed close behind as the Range Rover finally pulled out of Rodeo Drive.

Elena drove, focused but relaxed, the expensive watch glinting on her wrist as her hands gripped the wheel. The scent of expensive leather filled the cabin, mixed with traces of the perfumes they'd just bought.

Parker sat back, legs crossed, the city lights blurring past as his mind drifted.

This spending spree wasn't just luxury—it was strategy. A full-on reset. The next chapter of his life wasn't going to be calm. Hell no. It was going to be chaotic. Relentless. Ruthless.

And he wasn't planning to stop anytime soon.

That's why he'd bought everything. Everything he and the girls might need in the coming months—outfits, accessories, tools. No more interruptions. No distractions. The next moves were all in.

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Back at the Mansion....

The unloading took forever. Staff handled the endless bags, cases, and boxes as Parker finally retreated inside, the echo of his footsteps soft against the marble floors.

Dinner was brief. Quiet. Just a perfectly seared steak with roasted vegetables. No conversation. No lingering. Elena and Naomi ate too, though he noticed the lingering look of disbelief still painted across their faces as they picked at their food.

He didn't explain. No need.

Once the plates were cleared, they thanked him and he nodded, then Parker disappeared into his room, locking the door behind him.

Dim lighting. Cool air. Parker sat on the edge of the massive bed, fingers steepled, heart calm but mind razor-sharp. This was the moment.

Time to review the reward.

A soft chime echoed.

[New Ability Acquired: True Word

Description: An ability to instill absolute instructions into enemies. Success depends on the user's superior mental, soul, and willpower overpowering the target's!]

Parker's lips curled. Just in time.

The timing couldn't have been better. Blackwoods. Summit & Wolfe. The constant games of power and deception. This ability... this would tilt the scales in his favor.

He could already feel it—the sheer force behind it. Like a mental blade honed sharp enough to pierce through minds, force submission. But the system was never that easy. Power came with price tags. The balance of will mattered.

I need to test this...soon.

"System what's the overall Cashback from the shopping?" Parker asked.

[Ding! Spent $2,000,0000 earned $20,000,000!] Parker had really bought alot of things and some he barely looked at them when Elena chose them, he had tipped the offloaders and even some of those at the shops but kept it subtle for flexing over a few tips.

It was time to rest but first...the Spins.