You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 135

Oliver was off on a business trip.

Five whole days.

And of course he didn’t just go by himself—he brought the three youngest along for the ride. The official reason? “Let’s give Patricia some peace and quiet at home.” But honestly, Patricia had no clue any of this was happening.

By the third day of nonstop flights, Sara was ready to drop. She wanted nothing more than to get her feet back on solid ground, but when your benefactor is Oliver—who basically holds the purse strings to your entire existence—running away isn’t exactly on the table.

So she just sucked it up and went along, trailing after the boss as they hit eight different cities in five days. By the time they got home, Sara and the others were completely exhausted. Complaining was pretty much the only thing they had energy for.

Sara stumbled through the front door, barely able to stand, groaning so dramatically it sounded like she was auditioning for a movie. Patricia saw her clutching the doorframe, her legs practically giving out, and rushed over to help. “Are you okay?”

Sara was all set to launch into a full-blown rant, but then she looked up and caught Oliver’s eye from across the living room. He gave the tiniest warning gesture with his finger—a silent signal that immediately shut her up.

No way was she going to risk ticking off her sugar daddy. Her Chanel, her Hermès, her Graff jewelry—none of it was worth upsetting him.

“My… my legs are numb,” she blurted out instead, deciding honesty wasn’t worth the risk. Sometimes you just had to know when to keep your mouth shut.

Patricia, not totally convinced, helped her to the couch. “Sit down. Do you want me to rub your legs?”

Sara stared at her, completely thrown off. Was this really happening?

Patricia sat next to her and leaned in, reaching for Sara’s legs—only to have her hand caught midair. She turned to see Oliver’s stern gaze fixed on them. “Impressive. Do you want Aunt Patricia to bring you a foot bath, too?”

“No, no, no, I’m good!” Sara waved her hands frantically. She wouldn’t dare. She wasn’t that bold.

Oliver shot her a cold look, then took Patricia’s hand and led her upstairs.

The minute they disappeared at the top of the stairs, Sara finally let out a shaky breath.

That was way too close. She’d almost gotten herself killed.

Johns came back a little later with a bowl of bird’s nest soup for Patricia. She ate it slowly, savoring each bite.

After a while, Oliver finished eating and set his utensils down. He looked at Patricia, a thoughtful expression on his face—like he was working up to something.

His gaze made Patricia squirm. “What is it?” she asked.

“Sending Ruby upstairs—was that your way of making sure she’d fall even harder?”

Patricia froze. He figured it out?

And what about Emerson?

“How did you know?”

“I guessed,” Oliver said, picking up his tea. “Build someone up in the media as the company’s star, then take them down when the time is right. It’s a solid move.”