You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 295

He glanced at the three guys standing by the car, then locked eyes with Roger. “Take them home.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His words cut through the air, sharp and commanding. There was no room for argument.

Roger, clearly terrified, nodded like his life depended on it. “Got it.”

Six cars pulled away, rolling out toward their destination.

Aiden and the others followed close behind, faces drawn and serious, like they were heading into battle.

Inside the black Bentley, the silence was thick.

Patricia stared out the window, lost in her worries about Jackson.

Oliver, on the other hand, was pissed.

Patricia was always ready to drop everything for Jackson or Marian. In her world, those two always came first.

Oliver got it—Jackson had protected her through hell and back when they were younger. By now, they weren’t just colleagues. They were family.

But understanding didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

“When this is over, we need to talk,” he said, breaking the silence.

Patricia took a slow breath. “Okay.”

***

Jackson was sprawled out in the front seat, sucking on a lollipop and playing a game on his phone, when someone knocked on his window. He frowned, instantly alert.

All those years in the military had taught him better than to trust strangers, especially in the middle of nowhere.

But whoever was outside wouldn’t give up.

After a moment, Jackson grabbed a mask from the center console, slipped it on, and cracked the window—just enough to hear.

“What’s up?”

“Sir, I really need a ride to the city. There are no cars out here. Can you help me? I’ll pay you whatever you want.”

Jackson rolled his eyes. Did he look like a taxi driver?

“I’m waiting for someone. Not interested.”

“Please, sir, I’m desperate. My mother just fell and got taken to the hospital. I’m begging you.” The guy’s voice shook with urgency.

For a split second, Jackson almost gave in.

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