Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 276

Chapter 276: Where Credit Limits Go to Die
The second they stepped inside, Tessa was already moving like she had a goddamn mission. She turned back to the group, eyes glinting with dangerous excitement.

“Okay, listen up, girls.” She cracked her knuckles. “We’re hitting every good store in this place, and I don’t wanna hear a single complaint. You’re getting new wardrobes whether you like it or not. Don’t worry his card has no limit. Infinity.” indeed, his money was endless ’cause for any dollar spend, ten more replaced it.

Infinitely.

Naomi and Elena, as if summoned by the retail gods, immediately locked onto the first luxury store in sight. Like sharks smelling blood, they drifted toward a Balenciaga storefront, completely ignoring Ere, who was already mourning her own sanity.

Parker? Yeah, he couldn’t care less.

He moved with his usual calm, passive aura, hands in his pockets, watching as his people lost their minds over clothes that, to him, looked exactly like the ones they already owned.

Tessa, of course, wasn’t having it. She turned to him, eyes narrowing. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this.”

Parker raised a brow, completely unbothered. “Wasn’t planning to.”

“Good.” She smirked. “Then you can carry the bags.”

That got a single blink out of him.

“…You think I’m a pack mule?”

“You’re rich, you’ll survive.” Before he could respond, Naomi had already dragged Elena inside, their excitement borderline unhinged.

Ere sighed deeply, muttering to herself. “I should’ve stayed in the car. I should’ve stayed in the void. Hell, I should’ve reincarnated as anything but a cat in this billionaire’s circus.”

Parker, as always, kept it cool. He let them run wild while he walked behind, untouched by the madness.

This was going to be a long day.

The moment they stepped into the massive luxury mall, it was like watching wild animals being released into their natural habitat.

Naomi and Elena? Gone. Bolted straight for the first store like two missiles locked onto a target. Tessa? She was right behind them, already listing brands like she was reading off a sacred text.

Ere? Oh, she was suffering.

She sat on Parker’s shoulder, her tail flicking aggressively as she muttered, “I did not sign up for this.”

Parker? Completely unbothered. Hands in his pockets, strolling like he was above all this consumerist nonsense.

But, of course, Tessa wasn’t letting that slide.

She turned back, pointing at him. “Alright, Mr. Rich and Mysterious, you’re getting new clothes too. Don’t think you’re gonna stand there in your same three outfits like some anime protagonist.”

Parker blinked once. “I have more than three outfits.”

“Yeah? Name four.”

“…Black suit, white shirt, dark jeans, that one hoodie—”

Tessa deadpanned. “All in black, aren’t they?”

Parker shrugged. “It’s a classic.”

Tessa rolled her eyes. “Not today, billionaire. You’re getting color in your wardrobe even if it kills me.”

Naomi and Elena reappeared out of nowhere, arms already full of designer bags, looking way too satisfied for people who had only been here for ten minutes.

“This place is a goddamn paradise.” Elena breathed, eyes shining.

“Tessa, we have to go to Gucci next.” Naomi added, completely ignoring Parker’s judgmental stare.

“How much have you spent already?” Parker asked, voice flat.

“Does it matter? You’re paying.” Naomi shot back with zero shame.

Ere let out a deep, suffering sigh. “This isn’t a billionaire’s entourage. This is a goddamn fashion cult.”

And with that, the shopping spree truly began.

**

The Gucci store was the size of a small kingdom, its marble floors gleaming under golden chandeliers that probably cost as much as a private island. Glass display cases showcased bags with price tags that could ruin marriages, while mannequins dripped in designer like they had old-money trust funds.

Soft jazz played in the background, and the scent of “if you have to ask, you can’t afford it” hung in the air.

Tessa? Unimpressed.

She walked past a $50,000 sequined jacket like it was some fast fashion knockoff. She had grown up in places like this, where a $30,000 dress was what you wore when you didn’t want to look flashy. This was just another Tuesday for her.

Naomi and Elena? Fully activated.

Naomi let out an unholy gasp, clutching a limited-edition crocodile leather tote like it was her firstborn child. “THIS. THIS BAG. LOOK AT HER.”

Elena, across the aisle, gripped a trench coat woven with actual gold-thread embroidery. Her voice was dead serious. “If I don’t buy this, I will literally die.”

Meanwhile, Parker?

Already over it.

He was lounged back on a leather couch, arms crossed, looking like a boyfriend trapped in hell.

Ere, sitting on his lap, swished her tail. “You know, for someone who could own half the city, you look like a hostage.”

Parker tilted his head back and whispered. “I am a hostage. We just skipped the ransom note but I like this peace Ere, this is what you call the peace before the storm. I can feel it, we might not get to relax this much in the time to come.”

Tessa barely acknowledged their suffering. She plucked a Gucci dress priced at $30,000, gave it a half-second glance, and tossed it to a store assistant like she was tipping a valet.

“Wrap it up.”

The store assistant? Zero hesitation. This was Gucci. They didn’t ask dumb questions like “Are you sure?”

Meanwhile, Naomi and Elena were locked in life-altering decision-making.

Naomi: “This tote? Iconic. It says I’m a woman who owns her destiny.”

Elena: “Babe, that bag says you just scammed a hedge fund manager.”

Naomi hugged the bag closer. “Exactly.”

Elena was still staring at the trench coat like it had whispered dark secrets to her. “Boss, if you cared about me, you’d tell me to buy this.”

Parker? Didn’t even blink. “I don’t care about you.”

Elena, ignoring him completely, slung the trench over her arm. “I’m getting it.”

Final purchases?

[Ding spent: $320,000, earned: $3.2 MILLION]

Parker checked the notification. The moment the transaction went through, his balance jumped up by ten times the amount. He was, in real-time, profiting off their shopping spree. This was the best part of the crazy spending, no matter how much they spend, he would get more of it. Hopefully they buy more. Tonight his target was in billions.

Ere stretched lazily. “At this rate, they should shop harder. You’d be a billionaire by dinner.” Tessa strolled past him gave him a kiss on the lips and then walked away, Gucci bags in hand, already heading for the next store.

“Chop chop. We’re not done.”

Parker exhaled slowly, “Tessa!” On outside she was behaving like a shopping crazy girl but she was merely following her man’s order. “Don’t ask much, but spend as much as you can!” That was the order.

And now he wasn’t trapped in shopping hell.

He lived here now.