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The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 18
They knew about his past—his true identity—and the secrets buried beneath the polished mask of Klaus Whitlock. Or so Jack thought. He was wrong. He was underestimating Klaus, and that would be his downfall. "I need time to think," Klaus said, his voice steady, almost eerily calm. His gaze locked with Jack’s, daring him to try and find even the faintest trace of fear in his eyes. There was nothing—only the cold, calculating resolve of a man who had spent years thinking three steps ahead. Jack’s eyes narrowed, his smile faltering just a fraction, but he quickly masked it. "How much time?" "Forty-eight hours," Klaus replied, his tone unwavering. "I need to consult with my… advisors." The lie slipped from his tongue so easily it was almost effortless. Advisors? He trusted only himself. Jack studied him, eyes cold and calculating, as though measuring the risk of granting this small concession. After a long pause, he nodded, the smile returning to his lips, though it no longer held
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 19
His system was a weapon he could wield, and that was all that mattered now. An idea, reckless but irresistible, formed in his mind. What if I use Luck Infuse to turn Megabucks Casino on its head? The thought flickered in his mind, daring him to act on it, to take control, to make the odds bend to his will. With a swift movement, he tapped the option for Luck Infuse, his finger hovering over the screen for a moment before he confirmed it. [User cannot use Luck Infuse on Multiple targets] Klaus blinked in surprise, his finger still poised above the device. Huh? He quickly processed the message, and then a wry smile crept onto his lips. Of course. It’s not a universal weapon. It needs focus. He muttered to himself, shifting in his chair as the reality of his situation settled in. This wasn’t a tool for broad manipulation; it was a precision instrument, meant to tip the scales in his favor, one target at a time. He paused for a moment, thinking about the name he had adopted for
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 20
Cassandra hesitated, glancing at her iPad for confirmation. "The owner is a holding company registered in the Hayman Islands, sir. But the main beneficiary is Victor Martel." The name struck Klaus like a lightning bolt. Victor Martel. A man whose name was spoken in hushed tones, a shadow that loomed over the underworld. Klaus had crossed paths with Martel before—back when he was running a logistics company before his incarceration. Martel had been a ghost in the city’s criminal elite, untouchable, with fingers in every pie and the police force in his pocket. Martel. The man was a king in his own right. But even kings could be toppled. And Klaus? He was done playing nice. "Martel," Klaus said softly, the name rolling off his tongue like a finely aged wine. He paused, savoring the taste of it. "Interesting. Add him to the list." The words were deliberate, as if Klaus were already plotting his next move in a game that stretched far beyond mere business. He rose from his seat, the
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
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Her lips painted blood red. Her golden hair curled to cruel perfection. Reginald was gone. The room fell silent—except for the soft hum of hidden cameras. Allison crawled onto the bed like a predator in heat. “You’re so beautiful when you’re helpless,” she whispered, fingers trailing sensually along his jawline, down his chest, over his stomach. Klaus didn’t move. She leaned in and kissed him—long, slow, deliberate. Her hands explored him with performative lust, like an actress in a twisted play. Then, just as her fingers slid under the edge of his waistband, he stirred. Weakly. Convincingly. “W…why?” he rasped, his voice trembling. “Why are you doing this?” Allison paused—caught off guard. Then she laughed. It wasn’t joy. It was madness. “Because you deserve it,” she hissed, her breath hot against his cheek. “You dared to think you were untouchable. You rejected me. You humiliated my father. You walk around like the world belongs to you.” She leaned down and kis
Chapter 97
Klaus Whitlock lifted his hands slowly—deliberately—as if surrender were a kind of art form. His eyes glinted with a dangerous calm, and the corners of his lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile—more of a dare than a plea. The black-clad agents surrounding him hesitated for just a breath, caught in the tension of the moment, then surged forward like starving dogs unleashed upon prey. Let them tackle him. Let them beat him down. His smirk never wavered. Not even once. Boots slammed brutally into his ribs. A baton cracked hard across his shoulder. Someone drove a knee forcefully into the back of his neck. Klaus groaned—a sound that was pure performance. Beneath the chaotic blur of limbs, shouts, and violence, his fingers moved with elegant precision, dancing in the shadows. He slipped a phone from one of the agents—a sleek, cutting-edge model, no doubt encrypted and easily traceable. But Klaus didn’t care about the data. Not now. What mattered at this moment—was th
CHAPTER 96
Guiding him through what felt like an underground corridor—cold cement underfoot, the air damp and stale—Klaus allowed his captors to push him forward, his senses heightened, brain mapping every twist and turn. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at him—it was calculation. He was counting steps, memorizing patterns. Cataloging breathing rates. Not theirs—his. He heard a metal door creak open. A shove sent him stumbling forward. Then silence. Just him, the darkness, and the muffled thrum of a generator somewhere deep in the bowels of this forgotten place. Klaus remained still. Then slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hands—and tore the hood free. He was in a windowless room, dimly lit by a flickering overhead bulb. No camera. No visible guards. Cement walls, stale air. They’d made one critical mistake. They left him alone. A slow smirk curled on his lips. They didn’t know who they were dealing with. Klaus’s eyes shimmered faintly as he activated his Phantom Eyes. The room arou
CHAPTER 95
The naive, trusting fool who believed that loyalty meant safety—that if he gave his best to the world, it would not bite him back—was long gone. That man had been scorched, seared down to bone and breath by betrayal. His innocence had been bartered for silence. His trust, shattered beneath the boots of false allies and smiling traitors. What rose from those ashes wasn’t merely a man. It was a force. An inevitability. A presence carved from sharpened purpose and bound by unbreakable will. Klaus Whitlock had been reborn through fire and suffering, and now he stood—silent and cold as granite—ready to rewrite the rules that once caged him. He would finish what they started. He would reclaim what was his. He would make every last one of them bleed for it. The Thornes. Duncan. Allison. Reginald. Every sycophant and snake who had twisted a blade into his back, all while smiling sweetly to his face. They didn’t know what they had created. They didn’t understand that the
CHAPTER 94
"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,
