Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Last Nails in the Blackwood Coffin
Cassidy stretched out in her chair, a wicked grin on her face. “Alright, next move. Eclipse.”

Parker raised an eyebrow. “Robert’s yacht?”

“Mhm.” Cassidy leaned back, folding her arms. “Well—not actually his, right?”

Robert Blackwood had never truly owned Eclipse.

On the surface, it was his—the kind of floating palace that only the obscenely rich could afford. One of the most expensive yachts in the world, a symbol of power, excess, and dominance. The same one Robert had ‘used’ for his party—the same one that ruined him. It was his name that people whispered when they saw it docked at exclusive marinas.

But reality?

The yacht was under a shell company. One of countless fake corporations designed to shuffle assets, avoid taxes, and make sure no one could ever legally pin ownership on him. It was a common game among billionaires. A way to own everything and nothing at the same time.

The problem?

Parker owned the loopholes.

He smirked. “Remind me, who legally owns it?”

“Some shell company,” Cassidy said, her tone dripping with amusement. “But… if we put Ava on it, she can push some papers, shift it back into our hands, and then—”

“—sell it back to the manufacturers. At a discount.” Parker finished smoothly.

Cassidy let out a laugh. “Damn. That’s so fucked up.”

Parker tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Is it?”

“I mean, yeah. The man’s gonna lose his prized yacht, and instead of getting a chance to own something that had ruined him yet, it goes straight back to the shipyard that built it. That’s cruel.”

Robert Blackwood wouldn’t even have the dignity of reclaiming it. No private negotiation, no bidding war, no power move to get it back. Just a cold, calculated maneuver that ripped Eclipse from his grasp and turned it into a used toy.

And the best part?

“And did I sound like I cared, Cassidy?” He knew it was Parker.

Cassidy scoffed. “Not at all boss. By the way I think he’s probably figured it out by now, right? That it was you?”

“Obviously,” Parker said. “Man’s one of the Ether Community’s big dogs. Given enough time, he could track with magical traces, follow the threads, and confirm exactly who pulled this off.”

“Yeah, but…” Cassidy’s smirk widened.

“What the fuck is he gonna do about it?” Parker asked.

Silence.

Then Parker chuckled, low and sharp. “Nothing,” Parker said, his voice laced with smug confidence. What would Robert gonna do? Cry to Prince Nyxilith? Bark at him from the shadows? Man’s already got his tail between his legs. He’d lost.

Because knowing and stopping it were two very different things.

Robert couldn’t magic his way out of this—not against boring-ass legal paperwork. That wasn’t how the game worked. If he tried? He’d be the one breaking the rules.

And revenge? Against Parker?

Yeah, no. Not happening.

Parker’s connections ran too deep, his alliances wrapped around the underbelly of power like a vice grip. Robert could bitch, moan, curse Parker’s name in the dark all he wanted.

But at the end of the day?

All he could do was sit his ass down, seethe, and take the fucking L. That’s only considering the fact that it was Parker without mentioning the other part.

Cassidy grinned, shaking her head. “That’s so messed up.”

She didn’t know about him being the Prince. Or maybe she did—she was his aunt’s friend, after all. But did it even matter? Parker could’ve been a nobody off the street and Robert Blackwood would still think twice, thrice—hell, five times—before stepping up.

Why?

Because Parker was the nephew of that South Korean monster. And that? That alone was enough to make anyone back up real fucking quick. Not without mentioning Helena herself!

Parker leaned back against the sleek glass counter, phone pressed to his ear. “Not really. I’m throwing him a party afterward.”

A brief silence. Then Cassidy snorted. “Oh, this I gotta see.”

Parker’s smirk sharpened. “Unfortunately, you won’t.”

Cassidy clicked her tongue. “Lame. Why not?”

Because Robert wasn’t just losing a business move—he was about to lose a whole chapter of his life. And Parker? He was looking forward to it. Not just the deal, not just the outcome—but Robert’s face when it all hit him. That delicious moment when the realization would set in like a punch to the gut.

Parker could already picture it. The slow, dawning horror. The anger he’d have to swallow. The sheer fucking helplessness.

He could rage in private. Curse Parker’s name. Fantasize about revenge.

But at the end of the day? He’d take the L.

Parker adjusted his grip on the phone, eyes flicking over the rows of high-end smartphones in front of him. “Trust me. It’s not the kind of thing you watch. It’s the kind of thing you feel.”

Cassidy grinned on the other end. “That bad, huh?”

Parker’s smirk didn’t fade. “Worse.”

Cassidy let out a low whistle. “Damn. Alright, moving on—Ava’s buy-in for Summit & Wolfe is locked in for tomorrow morning. Alan made it happen with a few strings.”

Parker nodded to himself. Alan Wolfe. That man knew how to pull strings in ways that mattered. He wasn’t just a lawyer—he was a Senior Partner. The kind of person who could bend the system without breaking it from inside out.

Parker leaned back, thoughts drifting. Maybe being one of the Senior Partners at Summit & Wolfe, Alan Wolfe needed someone like Ava Klein and her team running things with him—not a bunch of useless old-money fossils who’d rather hoard their wealth than actually grow the damn firm.

Given how long it took for Ava’s buy-in to go through, Parker could already guess the level of corporate and legal bloodshed that had gone down at Summit & Wolfe HQ. But Parker? He didn’t care about the details.

He wasn’t interested in hearing about who threw a tantrum, who threatened to sue, or which geezer clutched his pearls the hardest.

Results. That’s what mattered.

Alan had delivered, and Parker would make sure the man got rewarded.

It wasn’t rocket science for Alan Wolfe to figure out that someone was backing Ava.

The woman didn’t just wake up one day and decide to bulldoze her way into Summit & Wolfe. And since Alan was the one who’d introduced the Real Estate Avengers to Parker in the first place, it didn’t take a genius to connect the dots.

Yeah. He’d figured out who the man in the shadows was.

And instead of asking dumb questions or making things difficult, Alan had given his full support—because from the moment he met Parker Black, he knew the kid wasn’t just another rich asshole playing Monopoly in real life.

And Alan had given his full support.

Maybe it was because of his first impression of Parker Black—or maybe, let’s be real, it was because of the money.

Because at the end of the day, money talks.

And when given a choice between old-money gentlemen—stingy as fuck, like those trust-fund brats who tip 10% on a $1,000 dinner bill—or a young new-money billionaire who tossed around million-dollar tips just for fun?

The answer was obvious.

Alan wasn’t stupid. He was rolling with the young billionaire as long as he didn’t ask too many damn questions about Parker and whatnot. Of course he could do a background check for him.

Not that he could even find answers if he tried. A background check? Please. Parker had scrubbed himself so clean, even the NSA would come up blank.

Either way, Alan had pulled through, and that was all that mattered. The man understood how shit really worked.

And Parker? He could respect that.