You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 558

The guilt that had flickered across his face just moments ago disappeared, replaced by a fresh wave of anger.

Marian watched Mr. Padilla stomp upstairs, his face dark with frustration. She turned to Patricia, bewildered. “Did you guys fight or something?”

Patricia just shrugged. “Ignore him.”

It was the end of July, and Riverdale was basically a furnace. The news kept blasting heatstroke warnings. To help people cope, the city started cloud seeding, trying to bring on some artificial rain to cool things down.

Every night for the past week, it rained like clockwork. Each storm lasted around forty minutes, then vanished as quickly as it came.

Down in the dining room, Sara kept complimenting Marian, making her light up with happiness.

Upstairs, Oliver sat in his study, his expression hard as stone. He held a cigarette between his fingers, staring down a group of executives on his computer screen. No one dared say a word.

Patricia peeled off her gardening gloves and checked her phone for messages. After a quick glance, she set it down on the table with a soft clack, the sound almost lost beneath the thunder rumbling outside.

That same day, Golden Bay got hit with a violent storm.

Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up half the house in stark, white bursts.

Amber sat on the sofa, trembling as she stared at the man across from her. Fear kept rising in her eyes, making her voice shake. “What do you want from me? Didn’t you say that if I left Riverdale, this would all be over?”

He nodded with a smirk. “That’s what we said. But hey, things change. Life’s full of surprises.”

He leaned forward, his voice lowering. “Really, we just need you to make a phone call, Amber.”

Amber wrapped her arms around her belly, looking at the phone he shoved toward her. She didn’t want to take it, but he’d been pushing her for so long.

“You have no idea how hard it is for someone like me to leave that world behind—to stay away from gambling, only to get dragged back in,” she whispered.

He gave a cold laugh. “If you’re already a gambler, what’s one more bet? You’re not even going to lose this time. Just make a call and you get fifty thousand. Easy money.”

“I don’t want to do it.”

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