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The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 47
"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 cheap
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 48
Christopher Graves stared at the thick envelope in his hands, his breath catching in his throat. He peeled back the flap, and his eyes widened at the sight of the crisp banknotes inside. More money than he’d held in a long time. His fingers trembled as he thumbed through the bills, blinking in disbelief. "No way," he muttered. "Where did this come from?" He looked up at Klaus Whitlock, who stood before him, exuding an effortless confidence, an expression that was equal parts amusement and expectation. "Consider it an advance," Klaus said smoothly. "There’s more where that came from—as long as you do your job diligently and properly. In all fairness." Christopher swallowed hard, feeling the weight of not just the cash, but the unspoken contract binding him to it. He barely registered Anya slapping him on the back. "Don’t go spending it all in one place, big shot," she teased, winking before stepping away. The group exchanged final words before dispersing, their vehicles hum
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 49
Once the keys were in his hand, Klaus casually walked to the parking lot, opened the door of his newly purchased Ferrari, then—without hesitation—slammed the door shut, climbed onto the hood, and, with a single decisive movement, stomped his heel through the windshield. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the lot. Gasps erupted from the small crowd forming around them. Phones were pulled out to capture the spectacle, flashing lights illuminating the chaotic scene. Klaus hopped off, dusting himself off as he turned to Derek with a smirk. "It’s just money, right?" Derek was speechless, his face a mask of horror as cameras caught every moment. The entire spectacle was later uploaded to his own gaming reality show, Shaw Unfiltered, where millions of subscribers tuned in to watch his daily life. Instead of flaunting his wealth, he had been utterly humiliated, turned into a meme overnight. Isabella exhaled, still processing. "Did you really just do that?" Klaus’s smirk wa
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 50
Klaus watched her go. Watched the curve of her back as she entered the gleaming new Jeep he'd handpicked for her. The engine purred to life, a low, seductive growl that echoed down the driveway of his estate. She didn’t look back—Isabella never looked back. Not when she had made up her mind. That was what made her dangerous. And god, did Klaus respect that. As the taillights disappeared into the late afternoon haze, Klaus felt it—the sharp thrum of anticipation in his chest. Their alliance, initially forged in cold calculation and mutual ambition, was becoming something more... electric. Unspoken desires, shared glances, a wariness wrapped in understanding. He didn’t know where it would lead, but he knew one thing: he couldn’t afford to slip. Klaus Whitlock didn’t take chances. Neither did Isabella. They were a force now. A reckoning. And nothing—absolutely nothing—could stand in their way. --- Back at his suite in Thera Grand Hotels, Klaus leaned against the glass wall, h
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 51
“Tasha,” Klaus said, slipping his hand into the inner pocket of his coat, “is this how you treat every customer who walks in here?” Her jaw kept moving—slow, lazy chewing—like he was the most boring part of her day. She didn’t look at him. Didn’t even acknowledge the question with a blink. “You do realize I’ve been standing here for fifteen minutes,” Klaus continued, voice level and cool, yet carrying an edge that sliced through the air. “Ignored. Interrupted. Mocked.” Tasha rolled her eyes like a teenager caught in detention. “Sir, if you don’t have an appointment, I can’t help you. That’s protocol. You don’t just waltz in and expect to see the CEO.” Cassandra let out a half-laugh, more scoff than amusement. “This is your idea of customer service?” The remark floated in the air just loud enough to sting. Tasha didn’t miss a beat. “And you? You think designer heels and a man’s arm put you above the rules? This is DHL Logistics, not the Met Gala.” Cassandra’s mouth parted
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 52
She crumpled to her knees, trembling, voice cracking with desperation—but Klaus was already walking away. No hesitation. No mercy. Cassandra watched the woman silently, then tilted her head toward Klaus. “Too harsh?” “Too late,” Klaus said without turning. He paused at Damian’s side, took a breath that felt like a verdict, and met his eyes. “Now,” Klaus said, smooth and deliberate, “let’s talk about your company’s future… assuming you still want it to have one.” Damian swallowed hard, nodding. “Of course. My office is upstairs.” “Lead the way.” As they moved toward the elevators, the executives trailing behind them exchanged nervous glances. No one dared break the silence. Tasha, still kneeling on the marble floor, clutched her ID badge like it was a lifeline. No one helped her up. The receptionist desk stood abandoned, like an omen. Everyone in the lobby had seen it. Felt it. When Klaus Whitlock walked in, the rules changed. And when he left? Nothing would
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 53
But he didn’t move toward the desk. He moved to the liquor cabinet instead, poured himself a glass of scotch. Damian blinked. “Would you like—?” “I didn’t pour you one,” Klaus said. “You’ve made enough bad decisions today. No need to add alcohol.” He remembered, in vivid detail, how stupid he’d been—how blind. How love had made a fool of him. How Allison, in her silk lies and honeyed venom, had laughed off betrayal like it was a joke. It hardened him. Every memory carved out his empathy and replaced it with ice. Damian didn’t reply. He sank behind his desk, head bowed, like a king forced to kneel in his own throne room. Cassandra opened her bag, pulled out a sleek tablet, and tapped through the contract. She slid it across the desk. “Everything’s outlined. Don’t waste our time. We already have a meeting booked with your largest creditor—assuming you want us to stall them.” Damian read it. Each line a slow punch to the ribs. He signed. Klaus stepped forward, took t
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 54
Klaus appeared behind a ventilation unit on the same rooftop. Just meters away. Jack's instincts flared like a struck match. He moved fast, sliding into a sniper’s crawl, trying to reposition before the shot could be interrupted. His gloved fingers reached to steady the rifle barrel—but it was already too late. The world stretched. Time hiccupped as Klaus blurred through the air, his teleportation phasing him in and out of visible space. In a final blink, he appeared directly before the rifle’s muzzle, one hand already wrapped around the barrel like a snake claiming prey. With zero hesitation, Klaus wrenched the weapon upward, then drove a vicious foot into Jack’s masked face. Crack. The sniper's visor shattered. He flew back, skidding across the gravel-strewn rooftop with a grunt muffled by his mask. His rifle clattered beside him, useless. But Klaus didn’t wait. He advanced like a force of nature—steady, inevitable. “Hello, Jack,” he said, voice calm but laced with v
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“And I thought… what if I could take that kind of warmth, that chaos, that passion—and make it into something beautiful? Not just a place that serves drinks or plays music, but something that tells a story. Our story. Of travels, of connection, of rhythm.” She paused, her eyes scanning the crowd. “This place didn’t start with capital or luck. It started with heartbreak. It started with survival. And it led me here—with beauty, with soul, with people like you.” Another beat. This one tender, reverent. “So tonight,” she continued, raising her glass of champagne, “I toast to all of you. To the ones who made me laugh, the ones who I barely know, and the ones who helped me in my darkest days. Velvet Fire is yours now.” A wave of applause rolled through the room, followed by a cheer that roared like fire kissing gasoline. Anya laughed, brushing a tear from the corner of her eye. “And now, I’d like to introduce a few special souls I met along the way. People who stood out—not in
CHAPTER 69
Klaus chuckled softly, a confident grin playing on his lips as he looked at the two stunning women before him — Isabella, radiant in a crimson slit dress that hugged her curves like temptation incarnate, and Anya, elegant in a deep sapphire gown, her subtle beauty wrapped in mystery and poise. The tension between them was thick, like a silent storm about to crack the air with thunder. "It's fine," Klaus said smoothly, placing a hand on both their waists. "I’ll dance with Isabella first—she did ask me before you, Anya. But…" He leaned in slightly, voice dropping with playful mischief, “the next dance will be with you.” Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Or... we could dance together. All three of us. Imagine it—me at the center of every man's envy tonight." His words were light, teasing, but his gaze flicked meaningfully between them, daring one of them to object. The air grew still. Both women exchanged a glance so sharp
CHAPTER 68
“Hm?” she tilted her head, caught off guard. “A woman like you—driven, beautiful, magnetic—you must have a boyfriend, right? I mean, who wouldn’t want to date someone like you?” Anya blinked, startled. The words hung in the air like smoke curling from a fire, slow and dangerous. Her breath hitched slightly, a delicate betrayal of the cool confidence she wore like a second skin. Then, she laughed—light, a little nervous—and looked down for a heartbeat before raising her eyes again, locking onto Klaus’s with a glimmer of something she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Oh,” she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her smile soft and disarming. “No, actually… I’m single. I’ve been so focused on building my career, chasing my dreams. Relationships always felt… secondary. And to be honest, I’ve never really met anyone who truly interested me.” But her heartbeat told a different story. It was drumming harder now, louder, as if her chest was announcing to the world that some
CHAPTER 67
Klaus blinked, momentarily taken aback. The transformation was stunning. Her delicate oval face radiated elegance, her bust danced dangerously along the edge of a daring neckline, and her hourglass figure swayed with confident ease. Heads turned. Conversations paused. Whispers followed her. Klaus watched her—not like a man devouring beauty with his eyes, but like an artist studying a masterpiece. His gaze lingered not in lust but in quiet admiration, appreciating the grace, power, and aura she carried. It was a rare kind of attention—pure, unclouded by base desire. And she felt it. She blushed. For the first time in a long time, Anya felt truly seen. Not as an object of desire, not as the wealthy club owner with a model’s body—but as her. And somehow, she knew: Klaus Whitlock wasn’t pretending. His admiration was real. And it meant more than all the other looks she'd ever gotten in her life. “Klaus,” she said, her voice softening, “how are you? What happened at the entrance?
CHAPTER 66
It was as if an invisible force had locked his leg in place. No matter how hard he pushed, his foot refused to descend. Panic gripped him. His muscles strained, his nerves screamed—but his body didn’t respond. “What the hell?” he muttered. Or tried to. Nothing came out. He couldn’t speak. Then, to his growing horror, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief—his own—and slowly bent down. Klaus watched him, one brow lifted. Derek’s hand trembled as he began wiping the very shoe he had intended to stomp. Gasps echoed around them. Phones were lifted. Videos were taken. The man who had branded Klaus a fraud now knelt before him, cleaning his shoes like a servant. Klaus leaned down slightly, smiling like a benevolent king watching a court jester embarrass himself. “Why, thank you, Derek,” Klaus said smoothly. “You must’ve been quite the servant before you entered showbiz. With this deed, I forgive you for being an arsehole.” He patted Derek’s shoulder t
CHAPTER 65
The shock of his own realization hit him like a wrecking ball. Klaus Whitlock stood tall and composed beneath the neon lights of Club Velvet Fire, now the most exclusive nightlife spot in Flagstone, as the bouncer—now a man stripped of all ego—grovelled before him. “Please forgive me, Mr. Klaus! I didn’t know you were an important guest of Anya Petrova!” the bouncer squealed, his baritone reduced to a trembling, high-pitched plea. His voice cracked with desperation. “I don’t watch TV! I’m not social! I just—I thought you were—please, sir!” Klaus didn’t flinch. Arms crossed, eyes cold and unreadable, he regarded the kneeling man as if he were studying an insect beneath a microscope. The irony of it all was delicious. Moments ago, the bouncer had barked at him like a junkyard dog. Now he was mewling at his feet. The aura of dominance radiated from Klaus in subtle, almost invisible waves, making the air feel heavier around him. This wasn’t about ego. This was about control—pure, qu
CHAPTER 64
But ever since his ascension to Divine Human, the system had… shifted. It now behaved more like a sentient entity—testing him, poking him, daring him. It likes to play games, Klaus realized. And now it was forcing his hand. He couldn’t walk away. Couldn’t call for help. He had to retrieve his ticket right here, right now—or suffer a public humiliation and lose stat points. Derek continued his taunts. Derek even pulled out his phone and began recording. Klaus ignored them, his mind spinning. He closed his eyes, pushing out all distractions. The jeers faded into background static. He needed focus. Strategy. Precision. An idea flickered in his mind like a spark in the dark. Absolute Buy. He opened the system interface, its translucent screen blinking to life in front of his vision. The digital glow was faint to others, invisible really—but to Klaus, it lit up like a command center. > [System Coins: 90,000] [Luck Status: 0 pts] He grimaced. His luck had bottomed out—
CHAPTER 63
“Derek Shaw,” Klaus muttered, lips tightening. Derek’s eyes lit up with cruel delight, like a cat finding a wounded bird. “Well, well, well,” he sneered, stepping forward, the woman on his arm giggling like a doll on cue. “If it isn’t Klaus fucking Whitlock. Trying to sneak into a high-society club like a common street rat.” Klaus said nothing, his silence sharpening like a blade. Derek grinned wider. “You remember me, don’t you? You humiliated me on my own show—Shaw Unfiltered. Made me a meme. Tanked my ratings. I still get laughed at online every damn day because of you.” He leaned in, voice acidic. “And now? The universe hands you to me on a silver platter. No invite. No respect. No entry. Just like the rest of the nobodies.” The bouncer laughed from behind Derek. “Told you. He’s full of shit.” Klaus’s shoulders rose and fell with a slow breath. He said nothing. Derek wasn’t finished. Not yet. “You think you’re better than me?” he spat, stepping on Klaus’s design
CHAPTER 62
“You never told me how much you’d be paying for your share,” Klaus said. His eyes locked onto Moreau’s, unblinking. Moreau stuttered, laughing nervously. “Oh! Heh, yes… well, business has been a little tight on my end. I don’t have liquid capital at the moment. But once construction begins, I’ll contribute my share—of course!” Pathetic. This bastard really thought he could ride Klaus’s coattails and pocket the profit. Klaus smiled coldly. “Why don’t I pay for the entire project,” he said. “In exchange, I want full ownership of the estate. But since this was your brilliant idea, I’ll make sure the entire city knows. You’ll be hailed as a visionary—your name in lights, your legacy cemented.” Moreau blanched. “Erm, no, that’s not—” “Not what?” Klaus asked, voice smooth as silk but sharp as steel. “Not charitable enough? Isn’t this about giving back to the people? I’m helping you achieve your noble dream. You get applause, I get profit. Everyone wins.” Moreau squirmed in hi
