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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
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 23
"Excellent." Crane clapped his hands once. The sound rang out, sharp and decisive. "Then let's play an honest game. One devoid of tricks or shadows. One that will determine whether you leave here a richer man… or with nothing at all." Klaus felt a surge of satisfaction. He had maneuvered himself to the grand stage, a place where only the most elite players sat. This was exactly what he wanted. And then the world shifted. A notification flickered before his eyes. [Mission 2: Defeat your opponent without relying on the gift of gambling.] [Reward: Blessed Box or Cursed Box.] [Penalty: Permanent loss of Luck stat.] Klaus’s blood ran cold. What the hell?! Since when did his system work against him? How was he supposed to win whatever Crane had planned without his supernatural edge? Stay calm, Klaus. You’ve played more games than you can count. You can do this. He reminded himself that obstacles were meant to be conquered, that every challenge had a solution. And he was Kl
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 24
Crane smirked as he placed a hefty bet before the flop. Klaus matched it, his expression unreadable. The dealer revealed the first three community cards: ace, five, jack. A promising start for Klaus. He had top pair, but he needed to be careful. Crane raised the stakes, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on. Klaus considered his options before raising even further. Crane, for the first time that night, hesitated. The turn card: a king. A dangerous card, opening the possibility of a straight. Crane exhaled through his nose, pushing forward another mountain of chips. Klaus felt his heart pound, but he kept his face smooth. He had to see this through. Then, the river. A queen. Klaus exhaled silently. Two pair. Not the best possible hand, but strong. Strong enough to challenge Crane’s confidence. He inhaled deeply and slid all his chips to the middle of the table. "I'm all in." Crane's eyes grew wide behind his glasses. He fixed his gaze on Klaus, attempting to interpr
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 25
"Did you really think I would stroll into this casino without a backup plan?" Klaus chuckled, his amusement a deliberate jab. Crane stood frozen, his eyes burning with silent fury. He realized he had no way out. "How did you…?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. Klaus tilted his head, mockingly thoughtful. "Let’s just say I have my connections. And let’s also say the game has come to an end, Mr. Crane. The house doesn’t always come out on top. Sometimes, it gets exposed." "Here are the documents signing over my shares to you." Silas’s voice was a dry rasp, the sound of defeat clinging to the air like stale cigarette smoke. He pushed a thin stack of papers across the mahogany desk to Klaus, a pen following close behind. His sprawling signature marked his final, reluctant surrender. Klaus Whitlock, his expression an unreadable mask, picked up the documents with deliberate slowness. He wasn't one for theatrics, but he relished the moment. His eyes moved meticulously over e
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 26
"Everything is relevant when it involves my business, Randal," Klaus cut in sharply. He let the silence stretch, let the weight of his words sink into Randal’s already fractured psyche. Then he softened his tone, just enough. "But I’m a reasonable man. Give me everything you know on Jack—where he went, who he spoke to, what he was after—and perhaps we can work something out." Randal blinked. "Work something out?" Klaus offered a small, knowing smile. "I may be taking over MegaBucks, but I still need capable men. You’ve proven your loyalty in the past. Cooperate with me now, and not only do you keep your job—you move up. A promotion. Power, Randal. That’s what you want, isn’t it?" Randal’s breath hitched, his mind clearly racing. He nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Absolutely. I’ll tell you everything." He hesitated, then added, "Jack was my lackey, my right-hand man in the casino underworld business. He did all the dirty work—enforcing, collecting debts, making problems disappear. I
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 27
Like heat haze rising from asphalt. He focused, and the aura intensified, swirling and undulating with his will. This was power. He turned his gaze back to the window—and his breath caught in his throat. The world had slowed. Not literally, but his perception of it had. Every motion, every action was drawn out, rendered in excruciating detail. It was like watching an ultra-high-definition movie where every frame was a work of art. And then he saw it. Two blocks ahead. A glint of metal. A sniper rifle scope. His eyes traced the barrel back to the operator, and his blood ran cold. A bald man in a trench coat. A killer waiting in the shadows. Klaus had seconds to react. ***************** A striking green serpent tattoo coiled around his neck, while his sharp, beady eyes locked onto him with an intense, hungry gaze. Jack. Klaus Whitlock recognized him instantly. He knew Jack's prowess, his ruthlessness, his cold-blooded precision from when he decimated his clon
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 28
"Just print it out and keep it in my safe. It's already signed by the former shareholder, Mr. Silas Crane." It was a curt explanation, deliberately vague. He wouldn't divulge the details of the acquisition, not even to Cassandra. The less she knew, the safer she was. “So…er anything else?” Klaus asked, sensing her lingering presence in the doorway. Cassandra hesitated. She undoubtedly had questions, but she was still new to working under him, only a few weeks into the job. She still didn't know he was under a disguise, but she was undeniably taken by his striking red hair and the commanding presence of a man in his early thirties. His piercing ice-blue eyes seemed to see right through her, a sharp contrast to the warmth in his tone. She found herself staring, caught in the intensity of his gaze. "Cassandra, what are you gawking at?" Klaus's voice, tinged with amusement, snapped her out of her reverie. "Erm... nothing, sir... nothing," Cassandra laughed nervously, a brittle
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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
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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
