You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 227

Sara liked to think she was the most thoughtful niece in the world. She only ever spent Uncle Oliver’s money, never Aunt Patricia’s.

As soon as she started complaining about her situation, Patricia raised an eyebrow. “Out of cash already?”

“Uncle Oliver went home and ratted me out. Now my cards are frozen. I’m so miserable, I could cry,” Sara whined, clinging to Patricia’s arm and putting on her cutest face.

Sara was gorgeous, with those quarter-European features that made her look like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.

“Would a million be enough?” Patricia offered.

Sara’s eyes widened. “More than enough! Aunt Patricia, you’re amazing. Uncle Oliver is the worst.”

“A million is already a lot, you know. Our family isn’t like others—anything over two hundred grand has to go through the family office for approval. Even if I want to swap out my car, I have to fill out a request first.”

Sara let out a dramatic sigh. “I wish I was one of those billionaire CEOs in romance novels. They can drop ten million like it’s nothing.”

“It’s really that strict?” Patricia was honestly surprised. Apparently, Oliver giving Sara a card with millions on it had already been a big exception.

“Grandma always says, the bigger the family, the more rules there are. If we do well, the family business keeps going. If not, I’ll end up living off the family trust for the rest of my life.”

They had to keep everyone from blowing through the family fortune.

Sara had only just come home and already got a serious talking-to.

She was much more well-behaved after that.

Patricia transferred a million to her from Oliver’s card, made sure Sara understood what she needed to do, and then headed downstairs.

“Ma’am, the mister just got home,” the butler said as she reached the hallway.

“Where is he?” Patricia asked.

Johns grinned. “Master bedroom.”

When Patricia walked in, she saw Oliver hanging up his suit jacket. He pulled off his tie and shot her a look.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back?” His tone was dry, definitely on the sarcastic side.

He must have already seen the money go out on his card.

Patricia grinned. “Spicy hotpot.”

Oliver just paused.

She really liked bold flavors, and he knew that about her.

Luckily, he wasn’t so uptight that he’d try to stop her.

At dinner, Patricia and Sara sat happily with big bowls of spicy hotpot, slurping up the broth like it was the best thing in the world.

Oliver sat at the head of the table, picking at his own portion, looking every bit the classic aristocrat from some old TV show—especially compared to the chaos of Sara and Patricia’s hotpot feast.

Sometimes Patricia wondered if eating like this was an insult to Oliver’s sense of dignity.

Then again, she didn’t really care.

It wasn’t like he’d ever worried about keeping things proper in the bedroom.

By the end of dinner, the whole dining room was filled with the spicy, mouthwatering smell of hotpot.