You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 559

“Aurora’s side has spread the news everywhere.”

“We’ve already given the heads up to the media. All the entertainment and gossip sites will start pushing the story tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Miss. Tina’s going straight into the spotlight.”

“Keep a close eye on her,” Patricia said, turning to Jackson. “For the next few days, I want Aiden with you at all times. I’m worried Tina might do something desperate.”

For Tina, this position was everything.

“Yes, Miss.”

In the company group chat, the gossip was flying.

If Brandon wouldn’t see her, she’d just have to turn up the heat with the media.

Riverdale’s nightlife was wild, with the city’s elite bouncing from after-dinner drinks to late-night parties. The whole social scene shifted depending on who was currently in the lead.

If the last big shot liked cocktails, everyone flocked to the bars. If the new favorite preferred tea, then suddenly it was all about tea parties.

Right now, everything revolved around Hector from Pacific Capital, which meant everyone was into sports nights.

At the basketball court, Hector was drenched in sweat, tearing up the game in his jersey. Every time he sank a shot, the crowd roared.

People crowded around him, laying on the praise thick.

“Mr. McKee, you’re way too good. I wouldn’t stand a chance!”

“How are your three-pointers always so dead-on?”

Hector grabbed a towel from the bench, wiped his face, and gave everyone a look. “Don’t tell me you’re all letting me win.”

“No way, man,” one of the guys said, waving him off as he caught his breath. “Even if I tried, I couldn’t beat you.”

“You never know...”

Their chatter faded as Hector called out, “That’s it for tonight.”

One of the guys tried to rope Hector into grabbing late-night food.

With a crooked grin, Hector glanced up at the stands. “Go home and spend time with your families!”

They’d all brought their wives. What was he supposed to do, be the only single guy at the table? Not happening.

Parking near the gym was a nightmare, so Hector hadn’t bothered with his car. He just called a cab.

As he walked back into his apartment complex, he spotted a girl in the distance dragging a camping cart stacked high with packages, heading toward the building. Boxes kept tumbling off. Every few steps, she’d stop, double back, and pick them up, looking totally ridiculous.

The path was narrow, and her massive cart was blocking the way. Hector didn’t mind—he just took his time, strolling along and watching her struggle.