Otto's Arrangements
Theresa had taken the bait!
Their discussion about life had not been in vain. Theresa loathed her grandfather's actions, and with the lingering influence of having dressed up as a proper academy principal, she was the first to launch an attack on Schicksal Headquarters.
Initiating a fight with Flash was practically feeding.
But Otto was her grandfather, after all. His public image was that of a carefree, unrestrained golden-haired nobleman, yet he planned everything with perfect control, keeping all matters firmly in his grasp. Nothing could catch his eye—but when faced with his granddaughter, even the most unreasonable person would become gentle.
Otto was struck head-on by his granddaughter.
Only after being talked back to for several seconds did he fully react. Staring at the glossy black ceiling, he felt somewhat moved by his own age and the vigor of the younger generation.
Honestly, he was very pleased.
Don't say Theresa did not count as part of the younger generation. To Otto, his granddaughter would always be part of it—the brightest star on the stage. As long as she wanted something, even if it were a star, Otto would find a way to pluck it from the sky and eagerly deliver it to St. Freya Academy.
But gradually, he sensed that something was off.
It was a good thing for his granddaughter to lose her temper and have the resolve to confront someone above her—but why was she confronting him?
Otto listened carefully to Theresa's words.
Several minutes later.
The wineglass filled with Bordeaux shattered with a crash. Otto's leisurely mood vanished, and his slender brows gradually furrowed as anger brewed in his eyes.
"Dear granddaughter, say that again. Who are you confronting me for?"
"I hope you can stay away from Zhao Bai. He is the Far