Robert Eugene Otto Novels & Stories

"Silly child, that woman is one of the best in the industry. My leg acted up a few years back. She's the one that healed it." Marina remembered that Otto was once wheelchair-bound. He was now able to walk with a cane. He was also more energetic than before. "So, the pills are good for you?" "Why would I lie to you? Look at how lively I am now. Do I look like I've been poisoned?" "I must've been overthinking it. I just thought she was suspicious because of how she dressed and the way she brought up Ethan." Otto patted Marina's head. "There are no absolute evils in the world. Her medicine saves lives, so she's a good person to me. But some of her organization's research infringed upon some peo

"Lucy, you know Otto too. Talent like his is rare. When we were finalizing the Sage Tower plans, the construction team kept saying several sections would be too difficult to execute. Nothing was getting resolved. "In the end, we sent the drawings to him, and he revised them overnight without hesitation. That's how the final plan got approved. And besides, you've always admired his talent. You've always respected his design work." For once, Gideon was not wrong. Otto had been Lucille's senior by three years and the top talent in their architecture school. His design ability could stand alongside that of any leading international master. More than that, Otto had integrity. People described him

That’s a sum that even Briarlake can’t earn in a year. A chill ran through Xavia as she processed Otto's words. "Are you saying that if any of us loses our value, we could meet the same fate as Vanya?" "Don't compare me to you. Our positions are different." For over twenty years, Otto's greatest pride was being Cyrus' child. He firmly believed that his father would never treat him the same way he treated Vanya. No, that would never happen. * Otto and Joseph arrived almost simultaneously at Port Nazure.

The dining room was small by the standards of the first mansion, only a long mahogany table, twelve chairs, and one candelabrum burning low. Four men waited. At the head sat Otto Rotegarde, ninety-three years old, spine straight as a blade despite the walking stick of ebony and silver beside him. His skin was parchment stretched over bone, but his eyes, black, unblinking, held the weight of centuries. To his right and left sat his grandsons: Nathaniel, managing director of three central banks no one outside this room acknowledged existed; Jakob, the quiet architect of resource wars disguised as humanitarian interventions; and young Lionel, already the shadow hand behind half the algorithms

"About what I said regarding Nora, or Crystal, whatever she goes by now, I was out of line. If she's important to you..." "She is," Otto said simply, shouldering his gym bag. The admission felt both terrifying and freeing. Luke nodded, something like understanding crossing his features. "Then I'll do better. We all will." Otto studied his friend's face, searching for any hint of the mockery that had been there last night. Finding none, he gave a short nod. "I appreciate that." As they walked back toward the pack house, Otto's phone buzzed in his pocket. His heart leapt, hoping it might be Nora, but it was his father's assistant reminding him of a meeting with the neighbouring pack's represen

I'm half dead, just trying to clean up after his mess. Otto smiled at Zac's message. Among his uncles, he understood Robert the best. Robert was a good man. He had never gotten angry. He wasn't ambitious, and he didn't fight for anything. But it was a pity he married an ambitious woman. She always forced him to make way for his son. Since the opportunity has been given to them, she will surely not let Robert miss out on it. Otto was sure that she was the one to force Robert to take up the job.

With a loud bang, Otto slammed the study door shut and locked it behind him. As he stepped out, he ran into the family's chief butler, Mateo. "Mr. Cunningham Senior," he greeted, bowing respectfully. Otto's face remained expressionless. "Anything to report?" Mateo whispered, "Nothing urgent for now. But I just think you should tell Conrad the truth about what really happened back then. He's worked hard enough, and he's capable. You shouldn't push him any further." Otto lowered his head and gave a grim, mocking smile. "Mateo, are you trying to tell me how to handle my own grandson? You think I'd harm him?"

On the contrary, she appeared even more woeful. Soon, Mr. Otto, dressed in a suit, walked toward Shaelyn with a group of people around him. He had a bright smile on his face and his entire body was brimming with vigor. He appeared to be more than a decade younger than he really was. Mr. Otto’s real name was Jesiah Otto. He was the founder of Aeolus House, and he was also the soul of the team. Under his leadership, Aeolus House was growing steadier and steadier on the path of glory. Aeolus House was not only influential, but it was also a constantly profiting business.