Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The head maid appeared almost instantly, as if waiting for his summons. She approached with precise, graceful steps, the embodiment of professionalism. But Parker couldn't help but notice the uniform she wore—a classic black-and-white maid dress, yet cut a little too revealing.

The neckline dipped more than necessary, the fit accentuating her curves. It was tasteful but still... distracting.

His gaze, however, remained steady. He wasn't blind. Elena was undoubtedly attractive—voluptuous yet elegant—but Parker had seen far too much in his life lately to be caught off guard by beauty alone.

He'd just met some of the most powerful and stunning mature women. He'd even spent a night with them to at that!
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This?

This was a non-issue.

"Change into something else we might need that we're going out," he said bluntly, his voice giving nothing away.

For a moment, Elena blinked, caught slightly off-guard. Her face remained calm, but there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes. Still, she nodded without question, bowing slightly before excusing herself.

Minutes later, she returned in a more conservative outfit—fitted dark slacks, a white blouse buttoned modestly, and a tailored blazer that matched the mansion's elegance. Professional. Perfect.

"Better," Parker nodded, then gestured toward the door.

"Grab your coat. We're heading out. There's something I need to finish today."

Elena inclined her head in acknowledgment, fetching a black trench coat from the hall.

Within moments, the McLaren Speedtail roared to life, its sleek red body reflecting the sunlight as they left the mansion grounds.

The destination?

A luxury car dealership.

It was time to buy the vehicles for himself and for the two maids for the use at the mansion.

The Red Speedtail glided effortlessly along the smooth streets, the soft hum of the engine a constant background melody. The city blurred by in a haze of muted golds and silvers, the skyline a distant frame against the deepening afternoon light.

Elena sat in silence, the plush leather seat cradling her as she gazed out the window. It was hard not to admire the masterpiece of engineering she was seated in—the sleek curves, the stitched perfection of the interior, the scent of luxury so distinct it felt expensive just breathing it in.

But her eyes kept drifting sideways to Parker.

The young man at the wheel was calm, composed, his sharp profile untouched by the thrill of speed or the hum of power beneath their feet. He wore wealth as if it were second nature, his focus razor-sharp, hand resting lightly on the wheel.

To Elena, he was the car—refined, powerful, and far beyond the ordinary.

Their destination came into view, a dealership that practically screamed exclusivity. Nestled a few miles near Rodeo Drive, it wasn't just a showroom; it was a fortress of glass and steel, towering panels displaying some of the rarest vehicles in the world. The entrance alone had an air of untouchable class—a sweeping archway leading into a marble-floored lobby where a multi-tiered chandelier hung, sparkling like crushed diamonds overhead.

Behind the glass, the cars sat like caged royalty.

A Bugatti Chiron in midnight black.

A Ferrari SF90 Spider, the red gleaming like blood under studio lighting. A Bentley Flying Spur, a Maybach 62S, and even a Koenigsegg Jesko. And there, on an elevated display, stood two icons of elegance—the Rolls-Royce Phantom and the Spectre, both exuding presence so commanding they felt alive.

Parker pulled in smoothly, the Speedtail's presence drawing a few discreet glances from staff already conditioned to recognize wealth on sight. The moment they stepped out, a tall, immaculately dressed man in a tailored charcoal suit approached with a respectful bow of his head.

"Mr. Parker. Welcome. How can we assist you today?" No hesitation. No sideways glances. No subtle condescension. Just pure professionalism, as though Parker were a figure the world revolved around.

Parker gave a polite nod, hands casually sliding into his coat pockets. His voice was calm but carried a quiet weight.

"I need a car. Cars," he repeated. "A few, actually."

The salesman's lips curled into a knowing smile. That was the kind of line they'd been waiting for all day. "Of course. Right this way, sir."

As they walked deeper into the showroom, the luxury was overwhelming—polished stone floors, scent-controlled air, custom lighting that made the cars glow like museum pieces.

The salesman, maintaining his pristine composure, led Parker and Elena deeper into the showroom, where the lighting was expertly designed to make every car shine like a masterpiece.

"Mr. Parker," the salesman began with a polished tone, "we specialize in the finest luxury vehicles available globally. If you're seeking the perfect blend of performance, craftsmanship, and prestige, I have a few recommendations tailored for someone of your...refined tastes."

Parker took his time. He wasn't here for speed, not the hypercars. His eyes drifted across the selection before stopping on two pieces of absolute craftsmanship: The salesman was there, to do his job...

The Rolls-Royce Phantom, with its stately presence, black lacquered finish, and a starlit ceiling visible even through the showroom windows.

"The Rolls-Royce Phantom! This is the pinnacle of handcrafted luxury. An extended wheelbase for unparalleled comfort, a 6.75-liter twin-turbocharged V12, delivering effortless power while maintaining the silence Rolls-Royce is known for. The starlight headliner and rear-seat entertainment make this the definitive chauffeur-driven choice."

Parker nodded, fingers lightly trailing the flawless finish of the Phantom's hood. The car practically whispered sophistication.

The salesman continued, moving to the next.

"The Rolls-Royce Spectre! Our fully electric masterpiece. The Spectre carries the spirit of Rolls-Royce into the electric era, with near-silent propulsion and the same level of bespoke craftsmanship. 577 horsepower, a 320-mile range, and a digitally enhanced cabin with the latest Spirit software interface."

Parker's gaze lingered on the Spectre, the modern touch and clean design appealing to his more forward-thinking mindset.

The Rolls-Royce Spectre, an electric masterpiece, equally commanding but with a more modern, almost ethereal grace to its design.

"And finally there's this baby here if you would allow me..." The man said with eauthusiasm. He motioned towards the Range Rover SV Autobiography. "This model defines luxury SUVs. Heated, ventilated, and massaging seats, a Meridian Signature sound system, and a commanding road presence. It blends performance and elegance with all-terrain capability—perfect for both city drives and private retreats."

The Range Rover SV Autobiography, with its sleek black-on-black exterior, practical yet unapologetically luxurious. He could already picture them in the mansion's long driveway.

Parker turned to Elena.