You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 179

"Mr. Martin, I think this is Mr. Newton’s account."

After the livestream ended, Ruby grabbed her glass and took a sip of water. Victor walked over, phone in hand, and pulled up the leaderboard. The background was just the Newton Enterprises logo, and the account only had one post—a shot of someone standing on a rooftop, back to the camera. It was obviously Theo.

"Take a screenshot and send it to me," Patricia said, her smile growing sly. She couldn’t help but wonder how Nina would react if she saw this.

That night, at eleven, Ruby drove home. Emerson was still awake. As soon as she walked in, he called her over.

"The company’s stock has been climbing fast these past few days. You’ve played a big part in that," he said. "If the numbers still look this good by the next board meeting, you’re probably getting a promotion."

"Really?" Ruby’s face lit up. Did this mean she could finally get away from Patricia’s control?

"When have I ever lied to you?" Emerson said, clearly pleased. Ruby was ambitious and hardworking—coming home this late after a livestream proved it.

By the next morning, edits and clips about Ruby were everywhere online. The hype wouldn’t die down. Emerson and Tina were pushing her even further, buying trending spots, ads, and anything else that would keep her in the spotlight.

Early in the morning, Patricia sat against her headboard in a silk camisole, scrolling the news on her tablet. Her name—Patricia Martin—was trending everywhere in bold letters.

Mr. Padilla came upstairs after his morning run and caught Patricia staring at her screen, completely lost in thought. She didn’t notice him until he walked over and gently took the tablet from her hand, glancing at the screen.

"Didn’t you say everything was under control?" he asked, sounding a little annoyed, like managing the Martin family was his daily chore.

"Hehe, see, that’s why you’re the best, Aunt Patricia!" Sara giggled, tugging at her arm. "My favorite singer’s concert is tomorrow, and I finally got tickets. Can you cover for me?"

"You want to skip work?" Patricia asked.

Sara nodded enthusiastically. "Yup! Yup!"

"What time will you be back?"

"To make sure I’m not late, can you distract Uncle Oliver around five and get him out of the office? And then, can you make sure you’re not home until after eleven-thirty?" Sara looked up at her with those big, puppy-dog eyes, trying to be as cute as possible.