Another thought settled into Parker's chest as he stood there in the wind.
His wealth—it was scattered.
Sure, it sounded absurd, but that was the truth of it. Even with trillions in hand, he felt like someone holding a handful of diamonds… with no vault to store them in. No structure. Just raw pieces.
Infinity Holdings was real. It existed. It was his spearhead—his private holding company. Through it, he controlled real estates under the watchful eyes of Sophisticated Space, the titan shaping his real estate empire. He also had his new entertainment agency, still fresh, still expanding—another arm he hadn't even flexed yet. And then there were the other pieces. Properties he'd acquired through the system instinct, rewards. The tower in Hollywood. The boutique estate in Venice. Scattered shadows of a much larger vision.
And the wild part?
It hadn't even been two months yet.
