You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 345

Patricia was the first to break the awkward silence at the dinner table.

Sara couldn’t have been more grateful, though she kept her face cool and just nodded. “Thanks, Aunt Patricia.”

Dinner was winding down, most of the plates already empty.

Patricia noticed Oliver putting down his fork, clearly about to say something to them.

She jumped in right away. “Hey, there’s a section in the shareholders’ agreement I don’t really get. Can you take a look for me?”

Oliver’s words got stuck in his throat. He knew exactly what Patricia was doing—bailing out the three troublemakers. But honestly, letting them off the hook all the time was only asking for trouble. Sooner or later, it was going to blow up.

Still, Patricia’s distraction gave the trio a sliver of hope.

But then Oliver just looked at Patricia without saying a word. That hope fizzled out fast. They could tell this plan wasn’t going to work.

Sara had always been scared of Oliver. Not just a little nervous—this was the kind of fear that got into your bones.

If they didn’t give him something else to focus on tonight, none of them were getting any sleep.

When things go south, sometimes you just have to stir the pot.

So Sara squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and went for it. “Aunt Patricia, if he ignores you today, who knows what woman he’ll ignore tomorrow.”

“Men are the worst if you spoil them. Seriously, some of the female managers at work have even texted Uncle Oliver behind your back.”

“Sara!” Oliver’s shout shook the whole dining room.

Marian, walking out with a tray of drinks, jumped so hard she almost dropped everything.

Sara stood her ground. She held up three fingers like she was about to swear an oath. “Aunt Patricia, I swear—I’m not the best person, but I would never lie to you.”

Patricia blinked. Did she just admit she was a terrible person? That was a new level of sacrifice.

Sara had set up the perfect scene.

Well, at this point, what else could Patricia do but play along? She knew Sara was setting her up, but if she didn’t, those three would be toast tonight.

In less than a minute, the three of them had disappeared.

Suddenly, the dining room was quiet, just Patricia and Oliver left.

The second the others were gone, Patricia lost her confidence and tried to pull her hand away. But Oliver caught her.

A second later, with a quick move, he scooped her up into his arms.

Like he was carrying a stubborn kid, he started heading upstairs.

After a few steps, he stopped, remembering something.

He turned back. “Almost forgot—better bring my evidence!”

He made the word “evidence” sound like a threat.

Patricia’s stomach dropped. She just knew tonight was going to be rough.