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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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"I want to seduce him," Allison said, her voice a slow, silken thread of malice that wound through the quiet between them. "Lure him into something... compromising. Maybe at one of those glittering afterparties the socialites love so much. Get him drunk enough—or reckless enough—to slip." The line crackled softly in the silence that followed, heavy with dark anticipation. "And then?" Reginald asked, his voice dipping into something rougher, something eager, as if tasting the possibilities she laid out. Allison didn't miss a beat. "Then we claim he raped me," she said, the words falling from her mouth like poison wrapped in honey. "We’ll have cameras in place. Photos, maybe even a hidden mic. Enough damning evidence to crush him—legally, publicly, financially." Her words drifted between them, thick and noxious, a dark mist that neither seemed eager to clear. "First," she continued, her voice gleaming with a twisted satisfaction, "we blackmail him. Bleed him dry. Drag it out,
CHAPTER 93
Klaus sat frozen, staring at the final message, the words blurring on the screen. His breath came shallow and sharp, fists balled so tightly his knuckles paled. That maybe Duncan had preyed on her loneliness, twisted her heart when she was weak. But the evidence screamed otherwise. The affair hadn’t started after he was arrested. It had begun long before — when Klaus still believed the world was something he could build, when he still looked at Allison and saw a partner instead of a liar. He had been a fool. A blind, trusting fool. The rage boiled up inside him, white-hot and blinding. He wanted to smash the laptop. To scream until his throat gave out. To punch the cheap hotel walls until his bones split open. But he sat there instead, breathing heavily, a storm raging under the surface, fists trembling with barely restrained fury. He saw her face in his mind — the soft smile, the worried eyes she wore when he was stressed — and all he could feel was sickened. Every kiss
CHAPTER 92
And until his system came back online, he would have to rely on his own skills and instincts alone. He crossed the suite silently, pulling the curtains shut and checking his phone. No new messages. No updates from the system. Alone in the quiet, dim room, Klaus sat by the window, watching the street below, his mind already racing ahead, planning his next move. Klaus sat on the edge of the hotel bed, his fingers moving deftly over Allison’s phone. He connected it to a discreet black device Richard Fitzgerano had given him months ago, during the chaos of the hotel scandal. The device was a marvel of clandestine technology — capable of silently combing through every shred of data on the phone: text messages, call logs, voice recordings, images, even hidden notes. All of it was being quietly siphoned, streamed in a time-based format straight into Klaus’s laptop. The faint hum of the device filled the room, blending with the muted noise of distant city traffic. Klaus leaned back in t
CHAPTER 91
The black van, monstrous and relentless, gave chase immediately, its front grill dented but very much operational. It was clear now — they weren’t interested in following him or intimidating him. They wanted him captured or worse. One hand on the wheel, Klaus grabbed his phone and quickly dialed the emergency number. His voice was steady despite the pounding of his heart. “I'm being chased," he said curtly as he took a sharp left turn, tires squealing. "Black van, license plate—" he glanced in his rearview mirror, barely catching the numbers through the blur, "—partial plate 67P5. I’m headed toward Eastbrook Avenue. Requesting immediate assistance." He ended the call without waiting for a response. He couldn’t afford to split his attention any further. Right now, every ounce of focus was needed to stay alive. The city around him turned into a maze of obstacles — honking cars, confused pedestrians, flickering neon signs. Klaus dodged in and out of lanes, slipping between a deli
CHAPTER 90
"This asshole insulted me after trying to hit on me!" Vanessa cried, crocodile tears welling up instantly. "I think you must have fallen on your head as a child," Klaus said, voice dripping with disdain. "To accuse me of hitting on you is laughable." Donavan’s jaw tightened, puffing himself up like a rooster ready to fight. "You got a big mouth for a nobody. Maybe you need a lesson in respect," Donavan said, cracking his knuckles. Klaus tilted his head slightly. A slight grin curved his lips. The atmosphere thickened, the energy in the casino crackling. It was about to be another headache. Before Donavan could lunge, Klaus’s demeanor changed. Like flipping a switch, Klaus unleashed the aura he normally kept locked down—a low, oppressive pressure that weighed on the mind and body, subtle yet unmistakable. Only those tuned to instincts felt it first. The nearby players shifted uncomfortably. Vanessa paled without knowing why. Klaus’s voice dropped into something silkier,
CHAPTER 89
But for now, she’d retreat. Regroup. Plot. Because no one made Allison Hunt feel small and got away with it. Not even Klaus Whitlock. The look in her eyes as she walked away was a quiet vow, a storm gathering at the edges of the night, promising this wasn’t over. --- Klaus watched her leave with a small, amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Some people never learned. He tucked his hands into his pockets, remembering the phone he had "liberated" belonging to Allison, and the mysterious auction items that his system had made him buy. His mind shifted back to the more immediate concerns—Isabella. He went upstairs where Isabella was waiting for him, perched elegantly on a velvet settee like a queen in exile. The room they used for private meetings was awash with soft golden lighting, casting long shadows across the mahogany floors and marble-topped side tables. From here, the hum of the casino below was just a distant whisper, like a restless ocean under the
CHAPTER 88
A jackpot machine erupted in celebration. But at a table, seated beneath a cascade of golden chandeliers and a low halo of smoke and velvet light, the atmosphere was something else entirely. Klaus Whitlock now leaned back in a chair. Across from him sat Allison Hunt, radiating poise and danger in equal measure. She wasn’t just another pretty face dressed in designer silk with a glint of charm in her eyes. No—Klaus had never expected the woman he once loved to be so shameless and calculated. “I’ve never really had a good friend,” she said softly, tracing the rim of her wineglass with a manicured finger. “Everyone I meet is after something. Status, money, fame. I just... I think you and I could be different. You seem real, Klaus. Like someone who’s above all the noise.” He didn’t respond immediately. His eyes studied her, not with lust or curiosity, but with the same scrutiny one might give a snake basking in the sun. Attractive, yes. But venomous. Then Klaus leaned in slightly,
CHAPTER 87
Klaus felt a slight twinge of skepticism but kept his expression neutral. He didn’t trust her words, but it was difficult not to notice the softness in her tone, the subtle allure in her body language. She was being careful—too careful. It was all an act, and Klaus was a master of recognizing when someone was playing a game, even when they dressed it in sweetness. "I’d love to buy you a drink, Klaus," she continued, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability now. "I think we could talk, get to know each other better. It’s been so long since I’ve had a real conversation with someone who doesn’t have an agenda, you know? It’s been... so lonely." She sighed softly, as if the weight of loneliness was somehow too much to bear, though Klaus was well aware of how she wore it like a mask. He could sense the subtle shift in her approach, the way she dropped the pretense of high society, trying to pull him into her world of fragile sincerity. But Klaus wasn’t fooled. He had seen enough lies
CHAPTER 86
She glanced at the laptop on her desk, eyes narrowing as she tapped a few keys. "Hold on, let me check the front entrance security cams," she muttered. The screen flickered for a moment, and she paused, her finger hovering over the mouse. “There. I see it. A black van.” Her voice was tight with tension as she turned to face Klaus. "Do you think they’re here for you? Or for me?" Klaus leaned forward, his eyes intense. "It’s hard to say. But I think it’s more than just about us. Whatever this is, it’s bigger. And it's hunting everyone connected to us." She could feel the chill in his words, the cold edge of fear that he barely allowed himself to show. Isabella swallowed hard, her throat dry. "Klaus, I don’t want to die. I can’t handle this. Between managing the casino, dealing with the constant threat on my life, and everything that's been happening… the disappearance of Silas Crane, Matthias Schneiden's death... it’s all too much." The sudden rush of emotion caught her off guard,
