Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 114 The Caged Sovereign

The Lambo's engine growled low under his grip, vibrating through the steering wheel as Parker cruised through Beverly Hills. The sun was barely over the horizon, morning fog still lingering in patches over the pristine streets, but this side of town? Yeah, it didn't care. Rich people with too much money and too little to do lived here—where driving a million-dollar supercar barely earned a second glance.

For a moment, the hum of the engine wasn't enough to drown out his thoughts. His hands tightened on the wheel as the car slowed, almost on instinct, outside that building.@@@@

The fucking club.

The one he used to work at. A place that had felt more like a cage than a job. His stomach twisted, the memories creeping in like shadows at the edges of his mind.

The club.

That neon hellhole still looked the same. Sleek, modern, expensive as fuck from the outside. But he knew better. Knew the rot underneath all the glass and steel. The bass vibrating in his chest, fake smiles, wandering hands, the way the rich tried to own you with a glance—or their money. The fucking whispers, the way people looked through him like he wasn't even real.

Parker hadn't even meant to stop there, but the car slowed on its own—like muscle memory pulling him toward that damn place.

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

Fuck that.

Before the shadows could crawl in, Parker slammed his foot on the accelerator. The Lambo roared to life like a beast unchained, tires screeching as he sped off down the perfect streets of Beverly Hills.

This part of town spared no second glances. Just business as usual—houses bigger than hotels, gates taller than trees, and people so rich they stopped bothering to show it.

It wasn't long before the streets shifted into something more personal.

The old neighborhood he grew up in.

The Harper mansion still loomed like a goddamn castle, sprawling and spotless with its gated perfection. Beyond it, barely visible behind layers of manicured trees, was his old home—the old mansion. The place where his parents once lived with him. The place where—Nope. Not thinking about that.

Next to the Harpers sat another estate, just as obnoxiously perfect.

He didn't know the family too well, apart from the family head and that their only daughter hung around Julian's crowd. Bella Harper, Jake Harper, Julian's smug ass, Jasper Winslow—they were all part of the same elite Harvard clique, the untouchables. Rich. Powerful. Connected.

Parker drove past the Winslow mansion too, lips pressing into a thin line. Jasper's house. Yeah, they were all woven into this web of privilege—where people played with power like it was a board game. And now? He was back, sharper, colder...and filthy rich.

When the Blackwood estate finally came into view, Parker didn't just pull in. Nah. He announced himself.

Parker rolled his eyes. She was still on that Korean drama obsession?

Julian's scowl deepened, phone lowering. "Wait...what the hell—?"

Helena's voice cut sharp and edged. "Quit the games, Parker."

Robert's frown twisted. "Parker?"

Julian's jaw dropped. "You have got to be kidding me. No fucking way."

Annabelle blinked, then squinted, lips parting again. "No...but how? I mean...you're—"

Parker tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he studied their expressions. They weren't just shocked. They weren't gawking at how he looked—the height, the face, the sharp jawline he hadn't had before.

It was something else.

Like they knew exactly who he was. But were struggling with how he had managed to pull off what they thought wouldn't ever happen.

Interesting.

Parker opened the door, stepping out smoothly. Ere leapt into his arms, her inky black fur shifting like living shadows as she settled there, watching the group with those sharp, unnatural eyes.

Julian was still staring, his mind clearly short-circuiting as he looked from the Lambo to Parker. "Weren't you...like...on some self-help retreat? How the hell did you come back with—" He gestured vaguely. "This?" He was playing dump? Seriously. He will then play along. Parker knew Julian was faking this surprise like he was hiding the real thing. Parker didn't know what though but he just had that feeling.

He arched a brow, voice smooth. "Growth, Julian. Ever heard of it?"

Annabelle huffed. "One heartthrob was enough in this house, Parker." Like usual, jokes were part of her life..He didn't even bother replying.

The silence stretched. Uncomfortable. Tense.

And then Helena just turned, gesturing toward the front doors. "Inside. Now."

They were expecting answers.

But was Parker really going to give them any?