You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 106

People liked to joke that the Grant family was so powerful, they could buy a country or run for president if they wanted.

As the evening wound down, guests slowly filtered out of the hall.

Ruby ducked into the restroom. When she came out, drying her hands, she spotted Theo leaning against the wall, waiting for her.

“Are you waiting for me?” Ruby asked, eyebrow raised.

Theo nodded. “Honestly, I half-thought tonight was going to be a setup.”

“It wasn’t,” Ruby replied, certain. “Patricia isn’t nearly that powerful.”

She’d known the jewelry on display tonight was worth a fortune, but there was no way Patricia had the resources to pull off anything big.

“You drive here?”

Ruby didn’t bother playing hard to get. “I did, but I’d be happier if you drove me home.”

She knew the more straightforward she was, the less Theo would think she was up to something. The choice had to be his—otherwise, it wouldn’t mean as much.

“Let’s go,” Theo said, stepping toward the elevator.

Down in the parking garage, they saw Nina standing next to Theo’s car, looking anxious.

When she saw Theo and Ruby together, Nina’s face tightened. She hurried over, throwing a wary look at Ruby.

“Theo?”

Theo ignored her and instead glanced at Joseph. “I’ll give Ruby a ride. We need to talk.”

“Let’s go,” Joseph said, grabbing Nina’s arm and steering her away. Nina shot her brother a glare but didn’t dare make a scene.

“Why are you dragging me off, Joseph?”

“You can’t rush these things, Nina. Ruby’s never getting into the Newton family, no matter what. You just need to be patient.”

She glared at him, her grip on her purse tightening.

“Half a million?” Kelly asked stiffly.

“I’ll take more, if you’re feeling generous.”

“Fine. Give me your account number,” she said, pulling out a notepad and pen. The man scribbled down a string of numbers and even wrote his name: Greg.

Kelly looked at it. “Greg, huh?”

“Nice name,” she said coolly. Too bad it would soon only show up in obituaries.

Threats to her never lasted long.

She walked away, things in hand.

Just then, a door to the lounge swung open and heels clicked sharply against the floor. A woman’s icy voice cut through the air: “You’re dead.”