Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Corporate Petty Revenge
“Where the hell were you?” Her voice was sharp, laced with that particular brand of irritation that only Parker could summon from her.

“You vanished when I needed you.”

Parker barely glanced up from his laptop. “That’s why I hired you.” His tone was maddeningly calm, like he hadn’t just ghosted her for hours. “And why I have billions sitting in Infinity Holdings—so you can get shit done without me.”

Cassidy exhaled hard through her nose, muttering something in Korean that probably wasn’t complimentary.

“Unbelievable,” she bit out. “You vanish, I’m out here juggling a thousand things, and you’re just—what? Watching the stock market like it’s a soap opera?”

“More like ensuring our money multiplies,” Parker corrected. “You got an update or just going to complain? Might as well go back radio silent ”

Cassidy ignored that.

“Callista’s waiting on you,” she said, shifting straight into business. “She wants a meeting—soon. Delaware’s ready. Everything we need to start building is in place. Just say the word.”

Parker hummed, leaning back. “Good.”

Cassidy gave him a second, then kept going.

“And Blackwood Co.?” Parker’s expression didn’t change, but Cassidy could hear the faint edge of anticipation in his silence.

“Three days.”

Parker exhaled, slow and sharp. “Perfect. Buy it.”

A pause. Then Cassidy asked, “And?”

Parker smiled. That lazy, villainous, I’m-about-to-ruin-someone’s-life smile. “Sell it,” he said. “For cheap. Humiliatingly cheap. And make it public. I want people to see it get stripped, gutted, and thrown into the bargain bin.”

Cassidy blinked. Then, she whistled. “That’s some savage shit,” she muttered. “Petty as hell, too.”

“Of course, I am petty.” Parker said smoothly.

She smirked, shaking her head. “Selling won’t be an issue. The company’s a fat, juicy piece of meat—minus the scandals. Once Infinity Holdings touches it, every greedy bastard in the industry will feel safe enough to buy it if chances are presented.”

“Exactly,” Parker said. “I bet some of them already want it, but my price was high. Now? I’ll be giving it away.”

Cassidy leaned against her desk, grinning. “Damn. That’s real ‘I own this city’ energy.”

Parker’s smirk didn’t fade.

“But here’s the thing, Cassidy, I don’t need that money from Robert Blackwood tainting my money so buy it in billions and then sell it again but in hundreds of millions, then take the money, take your cut and share the rest with the Real Estate Avengers.”

Cassidy wh had been cool before. Too cool. The kind of cool that let her walk into a room full of men twice her age and make them feel like extras in her movie. The kind of cool that meant never looking too eager, too emotional, too—well, anything.

And then Parker had the audacity to say—

“Take your cut and share rear with the Real Estate Avengers.” Her brain short-circuited her chest tightening, a static shock of raw disbelief.

Millions. Hundreds!

Like, actual millions. Not a commission check. Not stock options. Liquid, ready-to-spend, fuck-you-money. She should’ve said something. Something smooth. Something that made it seem like this was just another Tuesday.

Her body locked up for a second, like her soul had lagged behind reality. Then it hit her all at once.

Millions.

Not a couple thousand. Not stock options. Fucking hundreds millions. That’s what Blackwood. Co. was worth right now. And she could have all that with the other three women? Just like that?

Her face was frozen in an unreadable expression, but inside? She was screaming. “Do not break character. Do not break character.”

But no, she stood there like an idiot, gripped the edge of her desk as if reality was tilting. Did this man even realize what he just did? Of course he did.

Cassidy pressed her lips together, nodding a little too fast. She absolutely refused to look in a mirror right now. Her whole image was probably cracking at the seams, but fuck it—this was a good problem to have.

She was going to call Claire and Alina the second this phone call ended and scream into a pillow.

Her throat felt tight. Her brain was buzzing. The world was good. Life was good.

“Yeah, uh—cool, cool, cool,” Cassidy muttered.

Parker was still on the line, cool as ever. Unbothered. Like he’d just Venmo’d her twenty bucks for coffee. Like he’d just handed her a Starbucks gift card.

Cassidy blinked at the phone. This motherfucking rich billionaire!Her pulse was too loud. She had spent years crafting an image of absolute, unshakable confidence. But right now? That shit was fracturing. Cassidy squeezed her eyes shut, inhaled sharply, and snapped herself back into place.

She forced out a laugh, one that came out way too giddy, she cleared her throat. Parker’s smirk was practically audible through the phone, still, she had too much serotonin flooding her system to stop the grin splitting across her face.

“They’re gonna love you for this one,” she said, voice just a bit too high.

“Of course they will,” Parker replied. Just flat. Like he was stating the weather. Cassidy’s eye twitched. This man. This unbothered, walking trust fund. She didn’t know why she expected him to at least acknowledge the sheer earthquake-level joy he just dropped into her life.

But no. No reaction. Just business as usual.

Cassidy exhaled, rolling her eyes. “Why do I hate you?”

“The old man ever ask?” Parker asked lazily.

“He did.”

“And?”

“I didn’t answer.”

Parker huffed a quiet laugh. Classic.

Cassidy shook her head, still riding that high. Millions. Her whole future had just pivoted in a single sentence. Cassidy exhaled, pressing her fingers to her temples.

“Focus. Be professional. You still have a job.” And yet, she still had work to do.

“Now keep going,” he said, voice leveling out. “We still got more moves to make.”

Blackwood Co. was already dead. The body just hadn’t hit the floor yet. Blackwood Co. wasn’t just another pharmaceutical giant. It was a dynasty, a behemoth that had once dominated the industry for decades, pioneering drugs that saved lives and fattened bank accounts at the same time.

But now?

It was bleeding out.

But Robert Blackwood had fucked up. Badly. Messing with a reckless billionaire who could buy you in hundreds of millions and even get a 10x much of what he had ruined you with.

Scandals. Legal disputes. Poor investments that should’ve never left the boardroom. The kind of rot that didn’t just ruin a company—it made it radioactive. Investors jumped ship. Partners distanced themselves. And now, Blackwood Co. was circling the drain, waiting for someone with enough money and ruthlessness to put it out of its misery.

That someone was Parker.

Infinity Holdings had made a quiet but firm bid. Nothing loud, nothing flashy. Just the kind of check that made people sign over everything they had before they realized what they’d lost.

The plan was simple: buy it, strip it, and dump it.

Once Infinity Holdings had control, Blackwood Co. would be clean. The scandals wouldn’t magically disappear, but the stability of Parker’s empire would be enough to make other buyers feel safe again. The same vultures that had been too scared to touch it now? They’d fight each other for a piece.

The real power move, though?

Parker wasn’t just selling it. He was humiliating it.

He was going to put it on the market for cheaps. A company that once held billions in assets, dumped like clearance stock. The fall of a dynasty, not just in private whispers but in full public display. A fire sale. A final nail in the coffin.

And Robert would have to watch every second of it.