Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 81 Soulspire

Ava was still shaking her head, half-laughing, half-processing the fact that a teenager had just casually tossed her two million bucks like it was gas money. She swirled the last bit of wine in her glass, stealing a glance at Parker, who was back to petting Ere like they hadn't just discussed buying a whole damn law firm over dinner.

The waiter came by, clearing their plates with that polite, borderline awkward silence people got when they were clearly out of their league.

Ava leaned back, arms crossed now, eyes narrowing. "So, what's the catch, Parker?"

Parker raised a brow. "Catch?"

"You're seventeen, filthy rich, and apparently a force of subtlety. Nobody just...hands out millions without a reason."

Parker shrugged, wiping his hands on the cloth napkin. "You work hard. You keep me from getting screwed over. I reward loyalty. No catch. Simple."

She stared at him for a beat longer, as if trying to solve a puzzle where half the pieces were missing. The kid was dangerous—not in a reckless way but in that quiet, calculated way that made her stomach twist.

Finally, she exhaled and nodded. "Alright. So, what now? You clearly have more on your mind."

Parker smirked. "Yeah. Two things. One—finish the paperwork on those skyscrapers. I want all those properties locked in by morning. And two—" He shifted forward, voice lowering just slightly, "You're staying here tonight. At the hotel."

Ava blinked. "Wait, what? No, I'm—"

"Relax." Parker waved a hand, leaning back. "I'm not being creepy. It's late. We have more to discuss. Plus, it saves you the drive back. I already had a suite booked for you. Room service. Champagne. The whole rich-people experience."

She narrowed her eyes. "And here I thought the two mil was over the top."

Parker just grinned. "Consider it a business expense."

Ava exhaled, clearly debating it before shaking her head. "Fine. But only because we do have a lot to finish. And I'm not drinking your damn champagne."

Parker smirked but didn't argue.

****

They left the restaurant a few minutes later, the private section feeling too quiet once they were gone. The staff had definitely whispered about the kid millionaire who brought a cat to dinner. But Parker? He didn't give a damn.

The elevator ride was calm, Ava tapping something into her phone while Parker leaned against the wall, eyes half-lidded but clearly not tired.

When they reached his floor, Ava turned to leave for her suite, but Parker stopped her with a glance.

"Breakfast tomorrow?" She asked, voice casual but firm.

Parker paused. "We just had dinner."

"Yeah, but we're not done. We still need to go over final management contracts, and I need to know if you're actually serious about helping me buy that law firm."

Parker gave a small nod. "Alright. Breakfast. Same place?"

Ava nodded. "Same place . Don't forget." She then gave a mock salute before heading toward her suite.

****

Parker's Suite.

With a dramatic flop, Ere stretched out, clearly milking the attitude for all it was worth.

Meow.

"Okay, maybe I'm still getting the hang of it." He tried again, this time steadying his breathing, focusing. The glass lifted smoother, steadier. He rotated it mid-air, twisting it in place like a rotating trophy.

Damn. This felt good.

But there was no way he was stopping there.

Grinning, Parker flicked his hand toward the couch cushions. One levitated. Another followed. Two at once now. Hell, yeah.

Ere, unimpressed, yawned.

"Alright, smartass," Parker muttered, narrowing his eyes. His focus shifted. Telekinesis flowed stronger this time, aiming directly at her—just a single strand of fur. Just a tug.

The fur didn't move.

At all.

Ere blinked.

Parker scowled. "Okay, you win."

She purred smugly, hopping onto his lap like she'd been waiting for this victory lap all morning.

****

Next morning.

After a shower and slipping into a crisp black suit—clean lines, sharp collar, smooth as hell—Parker felt untouchable. Powerful.

His mind? Razor-sharp. His body? Loose but energized.

And his soul?

Reinforced.

The suite door closed behind him as he headed down to breakfast. Ere, draped lazily across his shoulder like a fluffy scarf, was coming too.

They reached the hotel's VIP dining lounge—reserved for the ultra-rich, the kind of place where even the coffee probably cost a hundred bucks a cup. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

Ava was already there, tapping on her tablet with that focused, almost-scary lawyer face. When she spotted him, though, her eyes immediately narrowed—not at him, but at Ere.

"... That cat again?

Parker shrugged, sitting down like nothing was weird. "Ere's family."

Ere, ever the diva, stretched luxuriously across his lap, clearly owning the space.

Ava squinted. "I... Right. Anyway. I thought I was the weird one for asking a billionaire to breakfast, but here we are."

Parker smirked, signaling the waiter. "You're still the weird one, Klein. I just felt like showing off. Now, hit me with the updates."

She exhaled, professional mask back on. "Properties secured. Titles are being finalized. The international purchases will take an extra day—compliance nonsense. And about the law firm thing—"