You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 620

Jackson’s eyes drifted down, landing on the man’s back.

“Mr. Padilla.”

“How long have you been with Patricia?”

Jackson answered honestly. “Almost eight years now.”

“Eight years, huh.” Oliver looked like he was lost in thought, nodding a little, his stance shifting just enough to show off the sharp cut of his jaw.

Suddenly, the whole vibe changed. It was like he gave off this quiet force, something that made you sit up straighter without even realizing it.

That was Oliver for you. He could act all polished and put-together, but when it came down to it, nobody ever slipped through his fingers.

“How’s everything at the office? Any problems you can’t handle?”

Jackson blinked. The way Oliver started the conversation, he expected something big. But these questions? They were so… normal. It didn’t add up.

He said, “Miss hasn’t said there’s anything we can’t handle.”

Oliver just gave a small nod. “Aiden told me you’ve been into economics lately?”

Jackson’s face twitched. Seriously, Aiden needed to learn how to keep his mouth shut. He’d have to deal with him later.

“I just read some stuff when I’ve got free time.”

“Pacific Capital has a finance course at Riverdale College. If you’re interested, you should check it out.”

Jackson was speechless for a second.

“I’ll think about it. Thanks, Mr. Padilla.”

Oliver’s voice went low and serious. “Go get back to work.”

Jackson had walked in muttering under his breath, but he left even more confused.

Weird. The whole thing was just weird.

They barely talked, and half of it was about him.

Dragging him out first thing in the morning just to ask these questions? Was Oliver actually worried about him?

No way. Jackson wasn’t buying that for a second.

“So who was with him before?”

“Why are you asking? That guy, I think Mr. Padilla sent him away because he screwed something up,” Aiden said, giving Jackson a weird look.

Jackson pressed, “How did he get sent away?”

“Actually, Mr. Padilla was pretty nice about it. The guy always wanted to go to Singapore, and since we have an office there, that’s where he went.”

Aiden squinted. “Why are you asking? Is Mr. Padilla sending you somewhere?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just going to eat.”

At breakfast, Jackson couldn’t stop thinking.

Screwed up? What did that even mean?

This morning, Oliver had grilled him about Miss’s bruise, then said all that stuff. It was clear—Oliver wanted someone by Patricia’s side who would do exactly what he said and report everything back.

Jackson kept turning it over in his head, and the answer was obvious: he wasn’t obedient enough.

Not obedient enough for Oliver.