Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

He could already picture them in the mansion's long driveway. Parker turned to Elena. "Which one's more beautiful?"

Elena blinked, her gaze bouncing nervously between the Spectre and the Phantom. She hesitated, clearly conflicted as her gaze darted between the two Rolls-Royces. "They both are, sir... I—"

Parker's lips curled into a faint, amused smirk, the kind that carried quiet power. "Then why choose?" He smirked further, head tilting as if amused by his own indecision. Then the thought struck him: Why choose indeed?

A quiet laugh echoed in his chest as he shook his head. He straightened, turning to the salesman. "Why not both?"

Elena blinked.

The salesman blinked. For a heartbeat, it was as if the entire showroom paused.

The salesman's professionalism barely cracked, but the slight raise of his brows betrayed his surprise. Elena, however, almost choked on her own breath, her hand subtly covering her mouth in shock.

"Sir... So you're taking both Rolls-Royces? And then the Range Rover?" the salesman clarified, voice controlled but clearly intrigued.

Parker offered a subtle, almost wolfish smile. The salesman, to his credit, only blinked once before his professional mask returned.

The salesman recovered almost instantly, bowing slightly. "An excellent choice, sir. If you'll follow me to finalize the details—"

The salesman led Parker into a private lounge at the back of the dealership, where the atmosphere shifted from showroom elegance to a more exclusive business setting. Dark wood panels lined the walls, and a glass table sat in the center, neatly arranged with the necessary documents.

A middle-aged man in a tailored navy suit awaited them, his posture professional but respectful. He stood as Parker entered, offering a firm handshake. "Mr. Parker, a pleasure. I'm Dalton, head of high-value transactions here at Velocity Prestige Motors. I'll be personally handling the finalization of your purchase today."

Parker gave a curt nod and took a seat across from him, exuding calm authority.

The man retrieved a neatly prepared file with itemized details of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Spectre, and Range Rover SV Autobiography, along with insurance quotes, registration, and delivery agreements.

Dalton began explaining the finer points of the luxury packages included, but Parker's gaze remained sharp and uninterested. He cut in smoothly. "Send all warranties and concierge details through Infinity Holdings' legal team. I trust everything here is in order?"

"Of course, sir. If you'll just provide the TIN for Infinity Holdings, we can finalize the ownership transfer and ensure proper documentation for all three vehicles."

Without hesitation, Parker produced the necessary details. Dalton verified the information through their encrypted system, confirming the business registration with swift efficiency.

A few more signatures followed—liability waivers, luxury insurance agreements, and the dealership's elite concierge membership enrollment. Everything was by the book, airtight.

Once the last page was signed, Dalton pressed a sleek metal pen into the folder, nodding with a professional smile. "Do you need any help getting them off here sir? Shall I have them delivered a specified location, Sir?"

Parker nodded. "Yes. The Phantom and Spectre, along with the Speedtail I arrived in. I'll be keeping the Range Rover with me today. Deliver them directly to the estate—my staff will receive them." They had his location on the documents.

Elena, still processing the sheer scale of the purchase, quickly texted Naomi back at the mansion. Her message was short but clear:

{Three cars arriving. Prepare the garage!}

"Everything is now confirmed, Mr. Parker. Your Rolls-Royce Phantom, Spectre, and Range Rover SV Autobiography have been registered under Infinity Holdings and will be delivered directly to your estate this evening. The Red Speedtail will also be transported back to your residence as requested."

Parker nodded, standing with the same calm confidence. "Good. Have them detailed before delivery. No delays."

Dalton bowed his head slightly. "Absolutely, sir. And thank you for your business. Should you need anything else, our team is at your service."

Meanwhile, the salesman continued, clearly eager to secure Parker's long-term loyalty. The dealership, of course, couldn't stop there. Luxury purchases of this scale came with perks—fine champagne, exclusive invites to driving experiences, personalized vehicle monogramming offers, and even a bespoke detailing package that could keep his cars in showroom condition for life and there's more to that...

"Mr. Parker, as part of our loyalty experience, we offer personalized ownership benefits for clients of your caliber. Should you decide to purchase another vehicle from our dealership, whether here or at any affiliated branch, you'll receive a 3% discount on any vehicle valued over $500,000. Additionally, we provide lifetime concierge services for all maintenance and detailing appointments, as well as invitations to exclusive test-drive events for pre-release models."

Parker gave a single nod, unimpressed but not dismissive. "Good. Let's finish the paperwork." When all was said and done, Parker had just spent nearly $2 million.

Parker turned without another word, Elena hurrying behind him, still processing the massive purchase. As they exited the lounge, the transaction complete, the air seemed heavier—like money itself clung to the space Parker had just occupied. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

And yet, as he walked out the glass doors under the brilliant LA night lights, there was nothing flashy about him. No air of arrogance, no sign of excess. Just the quiet, commanding presence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Elena trailed a step behind, still processing what had just happened when Parker suddenly turned, tossing a gleaming set of keys into her hands.

She froze.

"You want me to—"

"Drive." Parker's tone left no room for argument. "We don't have all day, Elena."

For a second, she just stared at the keys, heart racing. The weight of luxury in her hands—no, more than that—the sheer responsibility hit hard. Finally, she nodded, slipping into the driver's seat of the Range Rover SV.

The engine purred to life with a rich, deep growl, and as she adjusted the mirrors, her hands trembled slightly before steadying.

'Focus, Elena. Don't mess this up.'

Parker sank into the passenger seat, utterly unfazed, checking his phone as though spending millions was just part of his daily schedule. As they pulled out of the dealership, Elena stole one more glance at him.

Who the hell was this guy? And the night was still young...