Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 340: Wealth Structure Discussion— The Infinities.

Parker blinked, then chuckled low. "You're the best thing this cold-ass universe ever gave me, Cass. If Helena Blackwood is surgical in power plays across the supernatural world, you're the Queenpin of the mundane. You could outmaneuver Wall Street with a hangover and heels."

"Compliments won't cover your next three favors," she warned.

"Oh, come on. It's not even a favor. Just schedule a meeting with the CEO. Seoryeon, right? Tell her I agree to meet her. Also, tell the Real Estate Avengers to get their butts ready. Tomorrow's gonna be a ride."

Cassidy sighed. "They're already deep in hell. Ava's still sorting out the legal chaos from the Summit & Wolfe acquisition. Claire's filing six thousand documents, and Alina's currently arguing with a coffee machine that's refusing to print out court-approved contracts."

"Damn. That's wild," Parker muttered. "Remind me to fire the machine."

"They've got it," she said. "I'll just make sure Ava's ready. The other two will stay back and finish untangling the mess here."

He nodded. "Cool. And uh… one more thing—"

"No. Boss don't you dare say—"

"Change the name," he said, ignoring her. "Summit & Wolfe is too... I don't know. British villain law firm? We need something with heat. Something with bite."

She groaned. "Let me guess. You want something with Infinity in it."

"Ding ding. Gimme a name."

She sighed like she'd already aged ten years but hummed anyway. "How about… Infinity Steps & Partners? Clean, sleek, sounds expensive. I won't add any latin word in there to make us sound smart as broken and mythical please."

Parker grinned. "Infinity Steps & Partners, huh? Sounds like a law firm that charges $10,000 per sigh. I like it."

"You would." She paused. "Also—you realize you're getting kinda obsessed with the word 'Infinity,' right? Like… is this a cult? Should I be worried?"

He chuckled. "You say obsessed, I say branded. It's called thematic consistency, Cass."

She laughed. "Uh-huh. Just promise me you're not naming your toothbrush Infinity Brush Ultra or some shit."

"No promises," he smirked.

"Parker—"

"Cass."

"Hmm?"

"You're totally underpaid for this."

"I'm literally a millionaire all thanks to you, Parker."

"I know. But still."

He hung up before she could sass him again, grinning like the world was already halfway bought.

Tomorrow?

Yeah, it was gonna be a damn show.

Buildings, power, chaos, legacy.

All woven into another step.

And Cassidy? Well, she'd survive.

She always did.

But as if he remembered something or outright possessed Parker didn't even wait a full minute before calling Cassidy again. His finger hovered over her name like muscle memory. Honestly, he didn't know how many times he'd called her today, and he was starting to think the line between professional boundaries and psychological warfare had been completely erased.

The phone barely rang once.

"You again," Cassidy answered, voice dry as ever.

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. I know. You probably hate me."

"Oh, probably is generous," she muttered. "I've answered your calls more times than I've seen my own reflection today."

Parker smirked. "Yeah, well… get used to it. You're tied to the hip of madness now."

"I already was. I just didn't know the hip screamed in ten different languages."

He chuckled. "Fair."

A pause.

"By the way I forgot to ask," she cut in before he could pivot, "why the sudden U-turn on Sophisticated Space? I thought you were ghosting them."

He turned toward the glass wall of his room, staring out at the skyline like it was something he owned already. "I need a foundation, Cass. You know that. Infinity Holdings can't carry scattered shadows. It needs structure. If I'm gonna go deep in real estate, I need a body that can hold it. So I need some insights, that's why I'm meeting her."

There was silence for a beat.

Then a sigh. "You're gonna make me carry more weight than ever, aren't you?"

"Yes," he said, plain and simple.

"Fucking great," she muttered.

He smiled.

And then casually swiped his screen, pulling up the Blackstone Tower Hotel transaction.No fancy tricks this time. No cashback multiplier card. He was saving that last 50x card for tomorrow's madness. He initiated the Exchange Concept with the system, confirming the deal instantly with the power of the Infinity Equivalent Exchange was swift.

[Ding! You have purchased: Blackstone Tower Hotel.]

You have spent: $900,000,000. Earned $9,000,000,000.]

The weight of it settled over him—not just the building, but the idea of it. Another luxury tower. Another crown in his empire. Another property buried beneath the name Infinity Holdings.

And for a second… Parker felt it. The thrill. The rush.

But he knew how this went. He'd seen it happen already with other properties. If he didn't move fast, this too would fade into the pile. Forgotten. Acquired and ignored. Just another marble hall in the ever-expanding vault.

He wouldn't let that happen.

"Cass," he said again. "We need to move. Also... Reach out to Callista Nova. Tomorrow, she walks with us."

Cassidy blinked through the call. "You're bringing her into the fold?"

"She's not just in," he said. "She's being introduced. Officially. As one of the Infinities."

Cassidy scoffed. "Oh god, that's what we're calling it now?"

"What else would we call it?" he grinned. "It's not just an inner circle. It's the limitless."

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A pause. Then her voice softened. "Actually… speaking of that, we were talking. Might sound dumb, but we were thinking about creating a group chat. You know. For everyone in the circle."

Parker blinked.

"A chat group? Like… what are we, teenagers?"

She laughed. "Hey, don't roast me. Ava said we need something more 'streamlined.' Claire called it a digital war room. Alina suggested memes."

He was about to fire back something sarcastic—until he heard the bedroom door creak open behind him.

He didn't even have to turn to know who it was.

Tessa's voice cut in casually, smooth and sleepy. "Actually… I think it's a good idea."

He turned, already raising a brow.

She was walking in like she owned the space— now km sweatpants, tank top, hair slightly wild, a bag of sour candy in one hand and her phone in the other. Casual chaos with a goddess-level resting smirk.

"You were eavesdropping," Parker said flatly.

Tessa shrugged. "Not my fault you talk loud. Plus—immortal-tier hearing. Sounds familiar?"

He didn't get time to react.

She threw the candy onto the bed, then grabbed him by the wrist mid-conversation and yanked him straight down onto the mattress.

"Whoa—Tessa!"

He landed beside her with a thud, legs half-off the edge of the bed, phone still pressed to his ear.

She immediately sprawled across him like he was a damn pillow.

"You're a savage," he muttered, adjusting under her weight.

"Barbaric?" she offered sweetly.

"More like feral war brute in disguise."

"Still cute though," she said, popping a sour strip into her mouth like she hadn't just assaulted a billionaire with bedtime cuddles.

Cassidy was silent on the other end of the call.

Parker sighed.

"Cass, go make that chat. Add Callista. I'll message the others." Tessa said.

"Sure thing," she said, laughter audible now. "Boss enjoy being dragged." She hung up without another word.

Tessa shifted beside him, resting her head against his shoulder.

"You really calling us the Infinities now?"

He stared at the ceiling. "You got a better name?"

"Nope."

He smirked. "Didn't think so."