You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 89

“Did you hear? Patricia’s mansion burned down—nothing left but ashes.”

“I heard the fire trucks showed up, but they never even went inside.”

“They say Patricia’s nanny is swearing up and down that someone from the Newton family set the fire.”

“The police are already investigating.”

“Murdering your own daughter-in-law, though?”

“Some people are saying Patricia was the one who had Theo stripped naked and dumped in front of Newton Enterprises the other day.”

The restaurant was buzzing, everyone jumping in with their own take, gossip practically humming through the air.

“Ruby’s in the hospital with two broken legs, Theo got tossed naked onto Main Street, and Nina’s getting torn apart online. Seriously, just look at the past two weeks—anyone even remotely connected to Theo has paid for it. Newton family’s stock keeps tanking. If they don’t do something soon, Newton Enterprises is as good as gone.”

“Stuff like this—getting rid of your enemies in one move—it’s what the upper crust does best. Who’s to say the Newtons aren’t behind Patricia’s death, too?”

“If Patricia did all this, honestly, I’d respect her.”

Marian and Jackson were sure it was the Newtons. As soon as the police got involved, the investigation started rolling. Only Howard and Theo, both in the hospital, had rock-solid alibis.

Grandma and Kelly? Their stories didn’t hold up nearly as well.

Jackson got the lawyers on the line and started the legal fight.

The whole mess blew up in the press.

When Howard was cornered by reporters, he flat-out denied everything but promised he’d cooperate with the police.

. . .

11:30 p.m.

Patricia slipped into the airport, her face hidden beneath a cap and mask, only to spot Oliver waiting for her—Atticus had sent him as her contact.

The moment she saw him, she stopped short.

Oliver stood beneath the warm glow of the streetlights outside the VIP terminal, tall in a crisp khaki trench coat, a cigarette balanced between his fingers. Every now and then, he’d take a slow drag, the ember briefly lighting up his sharp features.

The light softened his usual distance, making him seem almost… human.

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