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The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 13
Harriet tilted her head slightly. “What is it, sir?” Klaus tapped his fingers together, his expression unreadable. “Once the news breaks that Thera Supermarket and its five-star hotel have a new owner, my name will be everywhere. I need you to keep my identity out of the media. Give them someone else to focus on.” Harriet hesitated. “Is this because of your past… the prison sentence?” A small smile played on Klaus’s lips. “Yes,” he admitted. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t just that. Avoiding the media was a necessity. But his true goal? Revenge. He needed to stay in the shadows until the time was right. The air in the room felt heavier as Harriet met his gaze. His ice-blue eyes gleamed with something unreadable—dark, dangerous. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at his lips. And in that moment, Harriet knew—this man was terrifying. And yet, utterly captivating. Klaus leaned forward, his fingers tapping lightly against the glass table. The sleek iPad before him glowed
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 14
Congratulations on spending $10,000,000+ in 12 hours! [Reward: +100 Steeze Points, +1000 Coins] [New Skill Unlocked: Shape Shifting] [Shape Shifting: Allows the user to mimic the appearance and mannerisms of others] Klaus’s lips curled into a slow, calculating grin. This was better than he expected. Now, he could become anyone. Stretching, he rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of his newfound power settle over him. His mind was already strategizing as he finished a quick workout, then showered and dressed sharply. Today, Thera Hotel was his battlefield. It was time to take full control. As he strode through the supermarket section of his empire, none of the lower-level employees recognized him. To them, he was just another well-dressed businessman. But the higher-ups? They knew. The way they carried themselves—silent respect, careful words, subtle deference—set the tone for the entire building. Klaus smirked. This is only the beginning. ------ The ni
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 15
Allison and Duncan still hadn’t caught on, still oblivious to the tidal wave about to crash down on them. Klaus watched them bask in their own arrogance, their laughter scraping against his nerves like nails on glass. They thought they were untouchable. He let them. The steady rhythm of approaching heels against marble was the only warning before Cassandra arrived, her presence slicing through the room like a blade. The moment she saw Klaus, her sharp gaze flickered between him and the two unsuspecting fools, assessing the situation in seconds. The room stilled. Guests and staff alike turned their attention, sensing the shift in the air—the kind of quiet that always comes before the storm. Cassandra’s voice was crisp, cutting, carrying through the grand space with the weight of authority. "Mr. Whitlock, I sincerely apologize for this disturbance," she said smoothly. Then, without missing a beat, she turned to Allison and Duncan, her expression like polished steel. “May I
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 16
“Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Whitlock,” she said, lowering herself into her chair with practiced poise. “I understand you’re eager to get up to speed on the hotel’s operations.” She launched into a concise yet thorough report, her voice steady, her delivery precise. Occupancy rates. Marketing campaigns. Upcoming events. She presented spreadsheets and charts with methodical efficiency, illustrating revenue streams and expenditure breakdowns. Every word was chosen with care, every detail sharpened to perfection. Klaus listened without interruption, his gaze unwavering. He was fully engaged, far more invested than she had expected. He asked sharp, calculated questions, probing for weaknesses, dissecting figures with the ease of a man who had done this before. Finally, she placed the payroll report before him, a neatly compiled list of every employee and their respective salaries. “As you can see,” she explained, “the majority of our staff are paid competitive wages, reflec
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 17
He had a feeling that Randal was a petty man—territorial, controlling. Klaus had walked into his domain and walked out with a fortune. That kind of insult wasn’t forgotten easily. And now, Randal was making his move. The air in his office was still when he stepped inside. The man stood in the center of the room, arms loose at his sides, exuding a quiet kind of menace. Now that Klaus saw him up close, he noticed the ink curling up the side of his neck—a snake. Interesting. “You,” Klaus said, shutting the door behind him. The man smirked. “Me.” Klaus walked to his desk, keeping his movements casual. “You’ve been following me.” “I had to make sure you were worth my time.” Klaus tilted his head. “And?” The man reached into his jacket, pulling out a thin file. He tossed it onto the desk. “You tell me.” Klaus flipped it open. Documents. Reports. Some on him, some on the Thera Grand. A slow smile curved his lips. “Impressive.” The man moved in closer and said, "We're
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 18
They knew about his past—his true identity—and the secrets buried beneath the polished mask of Klaus Whitlock. Or so Jack thought. He was wrong. He was underestimating Klaus, and that would be his downfall. "I need time to think," Klaus said, his voice steady, almost eerily calm. His gaze locked with Jack’s, daring him to try and find even the faintest trace of fear in his eyes. There was nothing—only the cold, calculating resolve of a man who had spent years thinking three steps ahead. Jack’s eyes narrowed, his smile faltering just a fraction, but he quickly masked it. "How much time?" "Forty-eight hours," Klaus replied, his tone unwavering. "I need to consult with my… advisors." The lie slipped from his tongue so easily it was almost effortless. Advisors? He trusted only himself. Jack studied him, eyes cold and calculating, as though measuring the risk of granting this small concession. After a long pause, he nodded, the smile returning to his lips, though it no longer held
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 19
His system was a weapon he could wield, and that was all that mattered now. An idea, reckless but irresistible, formed in his mind. What if I use Luck Infuse to turn Megabucks Casino on its head? The thought flickered in his mind, daring him to act on it, to take control, to make the odds bend to his will. With a swift movement, he tapped the option for Luck Infuse, his finger hovering over the screen for a moment before he confirmed it. [User cannot use Luck Infuse on Multiple targets] Klaus blinked in surprise, his finger still poised above the device. Huh? He quickly processed the message, and then a wry smile crept onto his lips. Of course. It’s not a universal weapon. It needs focus. He muttered to himself, shifting in his chair as the reality of his situation settled in. This wasn’t a tool for broad manipulation; it was a precision instrument, meant to tip the scales in his favor, one target at a time. He paused for a moment, thinking about the name he had adopted for
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 20
Cassandra hesitated, glancing at her iPad for confirmation. "The owner is a holding company registered in the Hayman Islands, sir. But the main beneficiary is Victor Martel." The name struck Klaus like a lightning bolt. Victor Martel. A man whose name was spoken in hushed tones, a shadow that loomed over the underworld. Klaus had crossed paths with Martel before—back when he was running a logistics company before his incarceration. Martel had been a ghost in the city’s criminal elite, untouchable, with fingers in every pie and the police force in his pocket. Martel. The man was a king in his own right. But even kings could be toppled. And Klaus? He was done playing nice. "Martel," Klaus said softly, the name rolling off his tongue like a finely aged wine. He paused, savoring the taste of it. "Interesting. Add him to the list." The words were deliberate, as if Klaus were already plotting his next move in a game that stretched far beyond mere business. He rose from his seat, the
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CHAPTER 55
Klaus had transformed—into a massive, human-sized pangolin. Its armor gleamed under the pale moonlight, thick metallic plates layered like a living tank. His sharp, clawed limbs glistened. A long, segmented tail bristled with raw power. And above it all, two glowing purple eyes stared forward—fierce, inhuman, unmistakably Klaus. The predator had become the beast. In Jack's altered state, he continued to attack, allowing his thirst for blood to take over, as his fangs reformed in his mouth. Jack was oblivious to the beast he was becoming. His fury consumed him, leaving no room for concern about Klaus's transformation. He plunged his dagger down with greater force, aiming to pierce Klaus through the back, but once more, the blade clashed against armor. Clang! The thick pangolin scales absorbed the blow, causing the dagger to splinter under the impact. As Jack lunged forward to sink his teeth into Klaus's neck again, his venomous fangs shattered once more, and this time, his gu
CHAPTER 54
Klaus appeared behind a ventilation unit on the same rooftop. Just meters away. Jack's instincts flared like a struck match. He moved fast, sliding into a sniper’s crawl, trying to reposition before the shot could be interrupted. His gloved fingers reached to steady the rifle barrel—but it was already too late. The world stretched. Time hiccupped as Klaus blurred through the air, his teleportation phasing him in and out of visible space. In a final blink, he appeared directly before the rifle’s muzzle, one hand already wrapped around the barrel like a snake claiming prey. With zero hesitation, Klaus wrenched the weapon upward, then drove a vicious foot into Jack’s masked face. Crack. The sniper's visor shattered. He flew back, skidding across the gravel-strewn rooftop with a grunt muffled by his mask. His rifle clattered beside him, useless. But Klaus didn’t wait. He advanced like a force of nature—steady, inevitable. “Hello, Jack,” he said, voice calm but laced with v
CHAPTER 53
But he didn’t move toward the desk. He moved to the liquor cabinet instead, poured himself a glass of scotch. Damian blinked. “Would you like—?” “I didn’t pour you one,” Klaus said. “You’ve made enough bad decisions today. No need to add alcohol.” He remembered, in vivid detail, how stupid he’d been—how blind. How love had made a fool of him. How Allison, in her silk lies and honeyed venom, had laughed off betrayal like it was a joke. It hardened him. Every memory carved out his empathy and replaced it with ice. Damian didn’t reply. He sank behind his desk, head bowed, like a king forced to kneel in his own throne room. Cassandra opened her bag, pulled out a sleek tablet, and tapped through the contract. She slid it across the desk. “Everything’s outlined. Don’t waste our time. We already have a meeting booked with your largest creditor—assuming you want us to stall them.” Damian read it. Each line a slow punch to the ribs. He signed. Klaus stepped forward, took t
CHAPTER 52
She crumpled to her knees, trembling, voice cracking with desperation—but Klaus was already walking away. No hesitation. No mercy. Cassandra watched the woman silently, then tilted her head toward Klaus. “Too harsh?” “Too late,” Klaus said without turning. He paused at Damian’s side, took a breath that felt like a verdict, and met his eyes. “Now,” Klaus said, smooth and deliberate, “let’s talk about your company’s future… assuming you still want it to have one.” Damian swallowed hard, nodding. “Of course. My office is upstairs.” “Lead the way.” As they moved toward the elevators, the executives trailing behind them exchanged nervous glances. No one dared break the silence. Tasha, still kneeling on the marble floor, clutched her ID badge like it was a lifeline. No one helped her up. The receptionist desk stood abandoned, like an omen. Everyone in the lobby had seen it. Felt it. When Klaus Whitlock walked in, the rules changed. And when he left? Nothing would
CHAPTER 51
“Tasha,” Klaus said, slipping his hand into the inner pocket of his coat, “is this how you treat every customer who walks in here?” Her jaw kept moving—slow, lazy chewing—like he was the most boring part of her day. She didn’t look at him. Didn’t even acknowledge the question with a blink. “You do realize I’ve been standing here for fifteen minutes,” Klaus continued, voice level and cool, yet carrying an edge that sliced through the air. “Ignored. Interrupted. Mocked.” Tasha rolled her eyes like a teenager caught in detention. “Sir, if you don’t have an appointment, I can’t help you. That’s protocol. You don’t just waltz in and expect to see the CEO.” Cassandra let out a half-laugh, more scoff than amusement. “This is your idea of customer service?” The remark floated in the air just loud enough to sting. Tasha didn’t miss a beat. “And you? You think designer heels and a man’s arm put you above the rules? This is DHL Logistics, not the Met Gala.” Cassandra’s mouth parted
CHAPTER 50
Klaus watched her go. Watched the curve of her back as she entered the gleaming new Jeep he'd handpicked for her. The engine purred to life, a low, seductive growl that echoed down the driveway of his estate. She didn’t look back—Isabella never looked back. Not when she had made up her mind. That was what made her dangerous. And god, did Klaus respect that. As the taillights disappeared into the late afternoon haze, Klaus felt it—the sharp thrum of anticipation in his chest. Their alliance, initially forged in cold calculation and mutual ambition, was becoming something more... electric. Unspoken desires, shared glances, a wariness wrapped in understanding. He didn’t know where it would lead, but he knew one thing: he couldn’t afford to slip. Klaus Whitlock didn’t take chances. Neither did Isabella. They were a force now. A reckoning. And nothing—absolutely nothing—could stand in their way. --- Back at his suite in Thera Grand Hotels, Klaus leaned against the glass wall, h
CHAPTER 49
Once the keys were in his hand, Klaus casually walked to the parking lot, opened the door of his newly purchased Ferrari, then—without hesitation—slammed the door shut, climbed onto the hood, and, with a single decisive movement, stomped his heel through the windshield. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the lot. Gasps erupted from the small crowd forming around them. Phones were pulled out to capture the spectacle, flashing lights illuminating the chaotic scene. Klaus hopped off, dusting himself off as he turned to Derek with a smirk. "It’s just money, right?" Derek was speechless, his face a mask of horror as cameras caught every moment. The entire spectacle was later uploaded to his own gaming reality show, Shaw Unfiltered, where millions of subscribers tuned in to watch his daily life. Instead of flaunting his wealth, he had been utterly humiliated, turned into a meme overnight. Isabella exhaled, still processing. "Did you really just do that?" Klaus’s smirk wa
CHAPTER 48
Christopher Graves stared at the thick envelope in his hands, his breath catching in his throat. He peeled back the flap, and his eyes widened at the sight of the crisp banknotes inside. More money than he’d held in a long time. His fingers trembled as he thumbed through the bills, blinking in disbelief. "No way," he muttered. "Where did this come from?" He looked up at Klaus Whitlock, who stood before him, exuding an effortless confidence, an expression that was equal parts amusement and expectation. "Consider it an advance," Klaus said smoothly. "There’s more where that came from—as long as you do your job diligently and properly. In all fairness." Christopher swallowed hard, feeling the weight of not just the cash, but the unspoken contract binding him to it. He barely registered Anya slapping him on the back. "Don’t go spending it all in one place, big shot," she teased, winking before stepping away. The group exchanged final words before dispersing, their vehicles hum
CHAPTER 47
"Sir, we’ll be landing soon." Klaus leaned back in his seat, a smirk ghosting his lips. This was only the beginning. ------- The sleek, obsidian-black jet descended smoothly onto the private LuxSky and Marine agency’s landing strip, its engines purring like a satisfied beast. As soon as the wheels kissed the ground, Klaus unbuckled his seatbelt and adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit. He always enjoyed moments like these—where power and perception played their little games. As the jet taxied toward its designated spot, a man stormed onto the tarmac. Dressed in an ostentatious red blazer, gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on his nose, and a scowl that could peel paint off a car, Richard Langston—the self-proclaimed "Shipping Magnate of the South"—was clearly in a foul mood. Or at least, that’s how he presented himself. In reality, Richard Langston was no shipping magnate—he was a pastor, one who had shamelessly siphoned off donations from his church members to buy the cheap
