You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 680

She sighed. “Let’s go. Don’t come looking for me all the time.”

“If you need anything, just call me, okay?”

Wendy tossed a final glance over her shoulder before getting into the car.

The door of the black Porsche had barely clicked shut when someone from the back seat leaned forward. “So, how did it go?”

“It didn’t,” Wendy answered, her voice stiff. She started the car and pulled out.

“I thought you said you two could talk things out?”

“Maybe in a few days.” Wendy spun the wheel, easing the car out of the parking lot. “She’s really on guard right now.”

“You need to be careful. If we manage to get Skyline Entertainment, that’s basically your dowry.”

Wendy stayed silent.

The Jenson family had always been in the media business, their reach pretty wide, but they’d never really gotten into the entertainment industry.

Lately, with all the changes in the industry and the lousy economy, things were rough. To make matters worse, one of the government officials they’d been close to had just been arrested, so the Jensons lost all their government contracts overnight.

The losses were huge.

Looking for a new path, they turned their attention to showbiz. In all of Riverdale, only a few entertainment companies were growing fast. Skyline Entertainment was the biggest, and the rest barely counted.

The Jensons’ plan was simple: take down the biggest first.

But to get Skyline, they’d have to deal with Ruby.

And Wendy was the one sent to lead the charge.

She’d never really believed all those old warnings about watching out for your friends, not just strangers. But now, she couldn’t help it.

Every time she contacted Patricia, she had an agenda. Either she was testing the waters, or trying to get information.

Sometimes Wendy wondered if everyone born into rich families was just doomed. It was almost impossible to have a real friend. Before you did anything, you had to think about what you’d get out of it. People came together for benefits and drifted apart when there was nothing left.

No one was pure. No one could afford to be.

She was just about to close her bedroom door when Oliver slipped in after her.

He saw how tired she looked and wrapped an arm around her, half-hugging her close. “What’s wrong? You seem down.”

“Just tired,” Patricia murmured, too worn out to hide it.

“When there’s a holiday, the house is always full. Next year, let’s find an excuse and sneak away somewhere, just us.”

Patricia looked at him, surprised. “People will talk.”

“So what if they do? As long as you don’t hear it, who cares?”

“Your parents might be upset. Holidays matter to them. They want everyone around.”

“Do they really? Look at their schedules—do they even have the time?”

Patricia always thought Oliver seemed different at home, not as steady as he was outside. “Did you used to come home for the holidays?”

“Not much,” Oliver admitted.