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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
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 29
"Wow, I wish I had a manual on this system." He scratched his head in frustration, the image of the fox in his mind's eye making him feel dizzy. He was filled with countless questions, yet found himself without any answers. What did it mean to be a "divine human"? What exactly was the Divine mark of Eris? And who or what was Eris? Ever since he gained the power of the system, he noticed a gradual shift in his personality; he was becoming less empathetic and more calculating and clever. The straightforward and honest businessman he once was had transformed into a crafty individual focused solely on his own interests. Just then, his stomach rumbled, a stark reminder that he hadn't eaten all day. The immediate crisis of his burning chest had momentarily distracted him from his gnawing hunger. He needed food, answers, and preferably, a very long nap. He picked up the phone, the plastic feeling strangely foreign in his trembling hand, and swiftly ordered room service. A burger, fr
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 30
Just as he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a knock at the door, followed by it swinging open. "Sir, you need to see this," Cassandra, his sharp-witted assistant, reported. "Negative reviews have flooded our platforms. A high-profile blog is claiming we operate in unsanitary conditions. There are also rumors circulating about guests experiencing food poisoning." Klaus's expression darkened. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "We’re under attack. This is coordinated." "What do we do?" Cassandra asked, concern lacing her voice. Klaus smirked. "We give them a show." In the weeks preceding this recent incident aimed at humiliating him, Klaus experienced a tumultuous ride. He was resolute in his decision to stand up to anyone who attempted to take advantage of him; he would never let a slight go unaddressed and always responded in kind. Even though this recent problem was quite frustrating, he remained determined to go to the prestigious event he had been in
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 31
They bragged about how much money they had made for their "performances," how they had appeared on television, and how easy it had been to fool the public. Some even let slip the exact amounts they had been paid to trash Thera Hotel's reputation. Every word was recorded and sent directly to Klaus. With all the evidence in place, Klaus prepared for the final blow. The stage was set, the players had revealed themselves, and now it was time to turn the spotlight onto them. Duncan had no idea that his meticulously crafted plan was about to implode—spectacularly. Klaus was well aware of the nature of Duncan, his former best friend. He knew Duncan wouldn’t stop at just planting fake reviews—no, the man thrived on theatrics, on public humiliation. So when word reached him that Duncan had arrived at the main Thera Hotels branch with a crew of journalists, Klaus merely smiled. Outside the grand entrance of Thera Hotels, Duncan stood tall, his self-satisfied smirk barely concealed as he f
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 32
With a final smirk, Klaus turned to the cameras, his voice calm and unwavering. "At Thera Hotels, we stand for integrity. And today, we proved that lies—no matter how carefully crafted—will always come to light." The last thing Duncan saw before security escorted him away was Klaus standing tall, victorious, while the world watched his humiliation in real-time. It was damning footage of Duncan and Allison Thorne storming into Thera Grand Hotel days earlier, berating Klaus himself in a heated confrontation. The video showed them spewing accusations, threatening his reputation, before being unceremoniously escorted out by General Manager Cassandra Festus and hotel security. The press gasped. The live stream chat exploded: [So it was all a setup?!] [Duncan Hunt just ruined his career on live television!] [Allison Thorne, you LIED to us??] [How pathetic. He planned this whole thing and still got exposed!] Duncan’s face twisted in horror as the reporters turned on him. “Mr
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 33
The migraine he had felt brewing earlier now threatened to split his skull. ********* Klaus woke up to a sunny Friday morning and checked the details of the fundraising party invitation. To his surprise, the event was set on an island, accessible only by boat or plane. Just then, he received an update about his mission. [Mission: Spend just 400 million dollars and earn a title based on your spending choices.] [Penalty: Lose all your money.] [Reward: Instantly upgrade one skill.] As he gazed out the window, watching an airplane soar by, an idea sparked in his mind. Meanwhile, Cassandra was in a meeting with executives on his behalf, so he decided to call Harriet. "Do you know any private jet brokers or Fixed Base Operators?" Klaus inquired. "Yes, there's one on the outskirts of Flagstone City called LuxSky and Marine Agency. I'll text you the address," Harriet replied. Within seconds, Klaus received the address via SMS. "Do you want me to come with you?" Harriet asked, he
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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
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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,
