Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 28 The Goddess & The Indifferent Millionaire

If Parker could hear what Isis was thinking, he'd probably mutter, "What the actual fuck?" under his breath. The idea that someone could be so obsessed with being the center of attention? Yeah, no thanks. He'd write her off instantly, like a wannabe Instagram influencer fishing for compliments.

Hell, he might've even wondered out loud if she was some kind of attention whore.

And then, he'd scoff. That dry, I-don't-have-time-for-this-shit scoff that hit harder than words. To him, people like her were nothing but background noise. Pretty, sure, but ultimately forgettable. Parker didn't do drama, and he sure as hell didn't entertain people who thought the world revolved around them.

Luckily, he couldn't read her mind. He was too busy making moves at the counter, listing off specs for his next-gen MacBook and iPhone with the detached efficiency of someone who'd done this a thousand times. It was all business.

No fluff. No games. Just get in, get what you need, and get out.

If only he knew she storm she was preparing him!

Meanwhile, Isis was stewing. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, a cocktail of mischief and disbelief. To anyone else, this would've been no big deal. So what if one guy didn't notice you? Big whoop. But to Isis? Oh, hell no.

She wasn't just some girl. She was the fucking goddess, although just young this time—Back in the day, she didn't just turn heads—she made people bow.

And this guy? This mortal? He had the audacity to treat her like everyone else. Like she was just...ordinary. The nerve. It was like being slapped in the face with indifference.

And for what? A phone upgrade? Damn it, she wasn't overthinking this. She was right. People were supposed to notice her. Worship her beauty, wisdom, and allure, right?

Parker barely noticed her. That much was clear. The way his eyes flicked past, barely pausing, as though she was just another face in the crowd.

No different from the rest of these average girls, Isis thought, biting down the sting of that realization.

It wasn't like she hadn't been noticed before—hell, every other person, regardless of gender, had fallen under her spell in some way. That's what she was used to. That's what was right. But Parker? The dude didn't even spare her a full glance.

And to make it worse, his focus seemed entirely on Tessa—the one mortal Isis knew she outshined in every way. 'Seriously? Her? Over me?'@@@@

For a brief moment, she tried to convince herself it was a good thing. I should be thankful he's not lining up to join the others chasing after me, she thought. But no. That didn't sit right either. She was a goddess, after all. Young or old, it didn't matter.

When it came time to pay, Isis read out the total. "Fifty thousand dollars." Her voice was steady, but there was an edge to it—like she dared them to flinch.

Tessa didn't hesitate. She pulled out a sleek black card and handed it over.

Parker raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You're paying?"

"Why not?" Tessa replied, smirking.

He shrugged, his expression softening. "Thanks."

Tessa blinked, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. "It's... whatever."

[Ding! +4 affection points from Tessa Wilder!]

Parker noticed the notification. He turned, their business complete, and gestured for Tessa to follow. "Let's go."

They were halfway to the door when a sharp shout stopped them.

"Stop right there!"

"Oh, great," Tessa muttered, rolling her eyes. "What is this, an Asian drama? Who shouts like that in public?"

Parker didn't even glance back. He wasn't about to entertain whatever was going on behind him. Drama wasn't his thing.

And wasting time with a bunch of wannabe face-slapping theatrics? Yeah, no thanks.

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Guys I am no fun of face-slapping and it will only appear when necessary.