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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
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 21
Then, the cup responded in a hoarse, mechanical voice: "You are being followed." In that instant, Jack froze, his body going rigid. His eyes darted around the warehouse, scanning for any signs of intrusion. Klaus felt a thrill of unease. This wasn’t ordinary behavior. Jack was too aware, too alert. Klaus had underestimated him. Jack’s attention snapped toward two figures lurking in the shadows—his gaze sharpening with unsettling precision. He had spotted the clones. Then something more bizarre happened. The snake tattoo coiling around Jack’s neck began to writhe, its scales glowing with an eerie, unnatural light. The tattoo expanded, crawling across his chest and arms, as if it were alive—pulsing, shifting, undulating. Jack’s eyes rolled back, turning a clouded white. Klaus felt a surge of adrenaline. This was beyond human. This was something else—something supernatural. It was unreal. Before he could process the full scope of what was happening, Jack moved. With an im
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 22
A sharp, almost manic burst of laughter that sliced through the opulent hum of MegaBucks Casino Royale like a blade. Crystal chandeliers seemed to tremble with the force of it. The clatter of chips wavered, the murmurs of gamblers faltered. Eyes turned. Attention hooked. "You didn’t bother to inform me of any changes regarding my payment," Klaus declared, his voice raised just enough to carry. "It seems MegaBucks Casino Royale isn’t as reliable and legitimate as it claims to be." The casino had fallen into a peculiar silence, one where the hum of tension replaced the usual revelry. A woman in an emerald dress paused mid-sip of her martini, her gaze sharpening. A group of men at the roulette table leaned in, straining to catch every word. Anticipation crackled in the air. Randal, ever the professional, maintained his perfect facade, though a ghost of unease flickered in his sharp eyes. He despised public spectacles. They were bad for business. He offered a tight, practiced smi
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"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 cheapest pr
CHAPTER 46
Sending him careening off the pavement. Bones shattered with every collision as he tumbled through the air, his body a ragdoll of agony. The jagged edge of a rock wall rushed toward him— But Raphael wasn’t finished. A portal ripped open mid-flight, swallowing Raphael whole just before impact. Then, a scream tore through the night. Isabella. Klaus's head snapped toward her. Raphael had reappeared beside her car, his body battered but his eyes alight with malevolent glee. With a mere gesture, time constricted around Isabella’s vehicle, locking it in a frozen stasis. Her mouth was free just enough to let out a terrified scream as the air around her thickened, space itself collapsing inward, crushing her very existence. Klaus acted on instinct. [Sly & Devious] activated. Teleport. He reappeared beside Isabella’s car just as Raphael reached for her. With a surge of aura manipulation, Klaus forced Raphael’s fingers open, breaking his grip on time itself. “You just don’t know when
CHAPTER 45
Raphael Martel swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass, watching the reflections dance like firelight. His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, tracked Klaus Whitlock and his group of new friends as they left the lavish estate that housed the prestigious party. He leaned forward, the golden glow of the city casting long shadows across his face, accentuating the cruel smirk tugging at his lips. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Martel believed in one truth—order. His order. Those who defied it had to be reminded of their place, and tonight, Klaus Whitlock, Isabella Rossi, and their little entourage would learn that lesson in pain and blood. Klaus exhaled sharply as he settled into the plush leather of his Rolls-Royce Phantom, but the tension in his chest didn’t ease. He had expected Victor Martel to make an appearance at the event, yet the man had been conspicuously absent. A deliberate move. A warning in itself. The others followed in their own vehicles, their convoy weaving through
CHAPTER 44
Klaus exhaled slowly, the weight of inevitability pressing down on him. He could only give one answer. Because whether he admitted it or not, he was already caught in her web. "Alright," he murmured, his voice laced with reluctant resignation. "I'll join forces with you. Let's meet after the party." Isabella Rossi's lips curved slightly, a knowing glint in her eyes. Klaus had made a promise. Now, he had to follow through. The charity auction dragged on, an endless parade of glittering artifacts and luxurious trinkets. None of them sparked Klaus’s interest—until it appeared. A necklace of blood-red rubies, each stone glistening like captured fire, pulsating with a life of its own. The auctioneer’s voice rang out, calling it a necklace made from the purest diamonds, but Klaus knew better. The energy emanating from it was unmistakable. Isabella’s gaze latched onto the piece, her intent clear as she raised her paddle to bid. Their conversation from earlier had already faded into the
CHAPTER 43
Instead, there was something far more dangerous. Interest. The air in the room thickened, pressing down like an invisible weight. Light flickered against the walls, casting restless shadows that stretched and curled like tendrils of dark intent. And there she stood—poised, motionless, yet utterly in control. Her presence didn’t just command the space; it consumed it. She wasn’t merely beautiful. She was the kind of captivating that made Klaus forget to breathe. The elegant curve of her neck, the quiet confidence in her stance, the way her eyes held secrets darker than the room itself—she was a masterpiece crafted to ensnare. But it wasn’t her beauty that unnerved him. It was the silent, dangerous promise in her gaze, the kind that made a man lean in when he knew he should turn away. A gloved hand lifted, a single finger resting just above her lips. The pause stretched, deliberate, a moment carved out of time itself. It wasn’t a gesture of thoughtfulness. It was a spell, a calculate
CHAPTER 42
“I expect nothing less. That’s far more interesting than you simply conceding defeat.” Klaus said nothing. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the fire in it mirroring the one flickering in his chest. He brought it to his lips, allowing the burn to sear its way down his throat, but he said nothing. A hush fell over the room as the auctioneer raised a hand. The murmur of idle conversation faded, replaced by a tangible current of anticipation. Every eye turned toward the stage, the tension coiling like a silent storm waiting to break. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer began, his voice carrying the weight of history itself. “What you see before you is no mere luxury. It is an artifact, a relic of a bygone era, woven from the fur of a creature so rare that its very existence is legend.” The room collectively leaned in. Even the most seasoned collectors, men and women accustomed to bidding on the rarest treasures, held their breath. “The animal whose fur graces this ma
CHAPTER 41
Tonight, he had not just outbid Raphael Martel. He had outmaneuvered him. And as the golden egg was handed over to its overpriced new owner, it was clear to everyone present: Klaus Whitlock had already won. The price had soared beyond reason, a bidding war turned blood sport. Martel had taken the bait, pushed to the edge of logic, and now he sat with a hollow victory. The room hummed with the quiet energy of spectacle, champagne glasses poised at lips as guests exchanged knowing glances. Klaus leaned back in his chair, allowing himself the indulgence of a slow sip of scotch. The liquor burned just enough to anchor him, but not enough to distract from the real prize—the flicker of fury in Martel’s eyes. His opponent’s fingers drummed against the polished wood of the auction table, a restless staccato betraying what his carefully schooled expression would not. His jaw was tight, his nostrils flared—rage barely leashed beneath a mask of civility. Then, just for a moment, the mask
CHAPTER 40
Klaus watched as the golden egg was revealed, gleaming under the chandelier lights. At the same moment, his system bank account flashed before his eyes—funds flowing in real time from his businesses. The casino earnings, restaurant profits, supermarket revenue, and hotel income all funneled seamlessly into his growing wealth. The auction hall pulsed with an electric tension, an undercurrent of unspoken rivalries and veiled ambitions. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the opulent crowd, illuminating fortunes that had stood for generations. The scent of aged whiskey and expensive perfume mingled in the air, a testament to the excesses of the elite. Klaus Whitlock sat with the practiced ease of a man who belonged, yet refused to conform. His sharp gaze skimmed the room, calculating, assessing. The golden egg was unveiled under the chandelier's brilliance, its polished surface gleaming with promise. A fortune contained in an object—a mere symbol to some, but a statement of
CHAPTER 39
Klaus sensed that this title ability was far from straightforward, and he experienced a warm sensation in his palms before it faded away. As they drove away in the newly purchased Rolls-Royce, Harriet stared at the city lights flashing past, wondering just what game her boss was playing—and who the next fool would be to underestimate him. The night before the event, Klaus received an unexpected call. The voice on the other end was smooth, confident, and tinged with a European lilt. "Mr. Whitlock," she purred. "This is Isabella Rossi. I believe we share an interest—Mega Bucks Casino. As fellow shareholders, I think it’s only right that we get acquainted, i want to know you." Klaus leaned back in his chair, intrigued. Isabella Rossi was a name he was familiar with—one of the principal owners of the casino empire. Mysterious, cunning, and known for getting what she wanted. "I assume you have a proposition?" Klaus asked, swirling the bourbon in his glass. A soft chuckle. "Just
