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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 Barlowe 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. “
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
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 34
"You know, Jennifer and the girls haven’t made it any easier. ‘Oh, Allison, the whole city knows you and Duncan were liars. Are you even able to show your face in public?’ ‘If only your boyfriend could get you on a yacht—at least then you could disappear for a while.’" Her smirk faltered for just a moment, bitterness flashing in her eyes before she masked it with a light laugh. "I hate how they say it, like I’ve already lost. Like I don’t still have control over my own narrative." Smith’s jaw tensed at her words, but he chuckled, tightening his grip on his drink. "Well, now they’ll see. When they step onto that yacht with you, they’ll know exactly who you are—and that you’re still standing." Allison’s smile widened, something fierce burning behind her gaze. "Exactly. This isn’t just a getaway—it’s a power move. A statement. And you made it possible." Klaus Whitlock leaned casually against a wall, a knowing smirk played on his lips as he listened, his sharp eyes watching Alliso
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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
CHAPTER 38
"And now you’re here pretending to be rich? There’s no way you can afford this house. I’d advise you to stop embarrassing yourself and leave before you make a fool of yourself." Harriet’s fists clenched at Monroe’s audacity, but Klaus remained composed, a slow, knowing smirk forming on his lips. "And what price are you negotiating?" Klaus asked, his voice eerily calm. Monroe puffed out his chest. "Twenty million. Of course, I’m working out a deal to bring it down a notch, but the agent knows I’m serious." Klaus let a beat of silence pass. Then, with the ease of someone ordering coffee, he said, "I’ll take it. Full price along with the two smaller houses beside it. No negotiation. One hundred and fifty million dollars. Keep the change." The air shifted. The agent’s eyes widened. Monroe’s smirk froze before disintegrating into disbelief. "O-One hundred and fifty million?" the agent stammered. "Are you certain, sir?" Klaus gave a small, knowing smile. "I believe I said that
CHAPTER 37
Klaus leaned forward slightly, his voice smooth but firm. “Then I propose a solution. Increase the pressure. Make it clear that unless they settle their debt in three days, they risk being swallowed whole by a larger entity.” Laurent raised an eyebrow. “And if they go scrambling for an investor to save them?” Klaus’s smirk widened. “I’ll be waiting with open arms. I’ll offer them salvation—on my terms.” Laurent let out a low whistle. “That’s quite the play, Mr. Whitlock. Ruthless and effective. Why the sudden interest in DHL Logistics?” Klaus finished his drink and stood, extending a hand. “I have a keen interest in acquiring struggling companies. So please, see it through. I trust you can handle your end.” Laurent considered for a moment before gripping Klaus’s hand firmly. “Consider it done. I look forward to seeing how this unfolds. And perhaps, this could be the start of a valuable friendship.” Klaus smiled, amiable yet calculating. “I’ll hold you to that.” --- As
CHAPTER 35
"Hmph, you should be grateful I saved you from embarrassing yourself in front of your girlfriend. I know you can't afford a luxury yacht like this," Smith retorted, sizing Klaus up. Looking at Klaus, he started to take notice of his facial features—the slicked-back red hair, neatly trimmed goatee, perfectly carved eyebrows, sharp ice-blue eyes, and his towering height of almost six feet, making Smith feel insignificant in comparison. "And you can?" Klaus shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Absolutely. I’m Smith Hunt. My brother's name is Ethan Hunt, the Zonal Director of Chimera Bank. I own a Diaspora fashion company and several other businesses. A pretty boy like you, who has never seen real wealth, wouldn’t understand my influence," Smith declared loudly, brimming with arrogance. Klaus chuckled lightly, as if he were watching a clown perform, and felt a strong urge to give Smith a hard knock on his obtuse head full of short blond hair. "I don’t care who you are or what you own;
CHAPTER 36
Feeling utterly humiliated, Smith let out a grunt of pure rage and stormed off, shoving past the bystanders who were still chuckling at his misfortune. Meanwhile, Allison, seeing her chance, quietly slinked away from the scene, vanishing into the crowd. Klaus, however, stood completely unbothered, his gaze shifting toward the auctioneer. “I’ll take this other yacht too,” he said, his voice carrying an effortless authority. The auctioneer, still stunned by the scene, quickly gathered himself and nodded. “Excellent choice, sir. That will be $50 million.” Klaus simply nodded, and a system notification flickered in his vision: [Transaction Complete: -$82,000,000] [Remaining Balance to Spend: $318,000,000] But Klaus wasn’t done. He turned to a separate section of the lot where a private jet gleamed under the sun, an absolute masterpiece of engineering and luxury. The Dassault Falcon 10X, a state-of-the-art business jet, priced at a staggering $175 million, caught his eye. “
CHAPTER 34
"You know, Jennifer and the girls haven’t made it any easier. ‘Oh, Allison, the whole city knows you and Duncan were liars. Are you even able to show your face in public?’ ‘If only your boyfriend could get you on a yacht—at least then you could disappear for a while.’" Her smirk faltered for just a moment, bitterness flashing in her eyes before she masked it with a light laugh. "I hate how they say it, like I’ve already lost. Like I don’t still have control over my own narrative." Smith’s jaw tensed at her words, but he chuckled, tightening his grip on his drink. "Well, now they’ll see. When they step onto that yacht with you, they’ll know exactly who you are—and that you’re still standing." Allison’s smile widened, something fierce burning behind her gaze. "Exactly. This isn’t just a getaway—it’s a power move. A statement. And you made it possible." Klaus Whitlock leaned casually against a wall, a knowing smirk played on his lips as he listened, his sharp eyes watching Alliso
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
