NABC Chapter 126 Call For Celebration
Chapter 126 Call For Celebration
Parker exhaled through his nose, a rare smirk curling his lips. "Good. I prefer it that way. Unless it directly involves the fields I've invested in, I don't care for questions. Unnecessary."
She got it. No doubts. No hesitation. That's why she was useful.
Hours passed, the chaos he'd orchestrated still flooding newsfeeds, screenshots going viral, clips looping on repeat. The scandal was a wildfire, and Robert? Oh, poor fucking Robert was still clueless who had done this.
By evening, Cassidy called again, her tone laced with that rare hint of amusement. "Blackwood's still in the dark who's behind this. For now. But... calls have started rolling in. You know how corporations work. The scent of blood's already out there."
Parker chuckled under his breath, dark, satisfied. That's exactly what he wanted.
Robert was so used to flexing his magical weight he forgot how savage the mundane world could be. No spells. No ancient family bullshit. Just good old-fashioned social sabotage—public humiliation on a scale even his influence couldn't contain.
Yeah, Robert was powerful. In his own way. But Parker? Parker had something better. Robert relied on "experience" and staff who'd been with him for years. Parker had money. A fuck-ton of it. And money? Money buys experience. Hell, it rents it, owns it, parades it around in a three-piece suit with a cigar. When you're reckless with billions to throw, you don't need to be an expert. You buy the best experts.
So yeah, Robert was screwed. But Parker wasn't done yet.
The business was circling the drain. Just fifteen billion—yeah, just fifteen billion. But considering where Blackwood Co. stood a week ago, that drop was brutal. Fifteen down to thirteen, and it hadn't even been a full week. Stocks in free fall, investors jumping ship like rats on fire.@@@@
Parker wasn't satisfied. Not yet.
He leaned back, jaw tight as he gripped his phone. The line clicked, Cassidy picking up instantly.
"In a week... You hear me, Cassidy? One fucking week. I want Blackwood Co. in your hands—done, over with. I'm transferring ten more billion to make sure it happens. Is this gonna be a problem, or do I have to handle this shit myself?" His voice was low, sharp, edged like a blade ready to cut.
Of course he could do it himself. Parker knew the game—trading, market manipulation, all of it. He had the money, the skills, the sheer fucking power to crush Blackwood if he really wanted to get his hands dirty. But that's exactly why he didn't.
That's why he hired Cassidy.
She was just as sharp, maybe sharper when it came to this kind of financial warfare. Surgical. Efficient. And she didn't hesitate. No questions, no second-guessing, just results.
He heard her voice over the line, cool and professional. "It won't be an issue, boss. By the time they realize what hit them, it'll be too late to recover."
Exactly why he kept her close. Professional. Efficient. Ruthless.
But that wasn't entirely true, was it?
Because as much as he wanted to act like nothing fazed him, there was still a certain absence gnawing at the edges of his mind—Ere.
She was gone. Still. And the longer she stayed away, the worse it felt. She had saved him, dragged his broken ass out of that hell when even his own body had been ready to give up. And now? Silence. Nothing but the faint pull of the bond. He knew she was still out there somewhere.
The Shadow Manipulation Bond was working fine, but it wasn't the same. Would she even come back?
"No, dumbass. Of course, she will." He could feel it. That quiet, lingering connection was proof. He just had to wait.
Still...
Parker snatched his oversized Samsung from the desk, flipping it around in his palm as he wandered toward the window, mind flicking through everything he'd been handling lately. Maybe he needed a better setup. A real one. These basic-ass screens weren't cutting it for the kind of chaos he was about to unleash on the world.
Hell, with the plundering he was pulling off, a wall of monitors wouldn't even make a dent in his accounts.
Speaking of plundering...
Parker's lips curled into a smug grin. The system was practically printing him infinite cash at this point. The yacht? That obscene floating palace he'd registered under Blackwood's name for the whole scandal? Cashback hit hard—$48 billion. Even after all the insanity, including that little $10 million flex for the party, he was sitting comfortably with over $60.277 billion.
And yeah, he'd just dropped $20 billion straight into Infinity Holdings—because why not? Gotta keep the machine fed. But even after that? Still clocking in at $40.277 billion personally.
His eyes narrowed. Wait.
"My own company's richer than me? Hell no. That can't stand."
He shook his head, already doing the mental math. Time to do some speed spending.
So what next? His own yacht? A jet? Or both? No, jets were trickier. More paperwork, more legal strings. Besides, his birthday was creeping closer. Once he hit eighteen? Game over. He'd buy three—one for the business flex, one for personal kicks, and maybe a third just to park somewhere and forget about.
Sure, he could easily let Infinity Holdings handle those purchases. It was what the company existed for. But...nah. Not yet. Parker wasn't about to overload his empire holding company with personal indulgences. Not when he could swipe the card himself if he was just a bit patient.
Besides, after everything he'd just pulled with Robert? That level of destruction deserved some fucking celebration.
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