NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 275. Graduation Party?

Time slipped away swiftly.

Before he knew it, several months had flown by, filled with numerous experiences for Oliver.

To begin with, he kept training alongside Elle, pushing himself daily to build strength and sharpen his combat abilities.

The sessions became thrilling as he matched blows with Elle, whose expertise in close-quarters fighting delivered intense challenges.

Though she remained ahead in prowess, Oliver improved steadily in every bout, picking up on her patterns, anticipating strikes, and countering effectively.

Next, in line with their deal, Oliver began studying business operations under Mia and Anna, accumulating knowledge on managing an enterprise.

The process turned out to be laborious and intricate, demanding his full attention.

Occasionally, sessions faltered because of Mia and Anna's playful provocations, as they seized chances to tempt him and shatter his concentration.

Nevertheless, they spared no efforts. Each class revealed deeper insights into steering a corporation.

The knowledge was profoundly enlightening, yet it couldn't be mastered in a single day.

Thus, the core aim of Oliver's business training lay not in absorbing every detail outright, but in fostering connections and grasping the essence of directing an organization.

It resembled diving into an RPG, gradually uncovering gameplay systems while jumping in immediately, enjoying the process, and honing skills along the way.

In those busy days, Oliver lacked moments to venture beyond the estate for leisure, aside from his driving practice sessions.

His intimate encounters dropped sharply compared to earlier times.

While he indulged urges triggered by the medication's aftermath, these were usually brief romps before resuming his duties.

Oliver feared this hectic routine might persist indefinitely, yet luckily, the drug's influence faded after merely the initial fortnight, sharpening his focus and minimizing diversions.

His high school finals, originally set for campus, took place right in the mansion, courtesy of generous contributions to the institution.

Everything proceeded smoothly owing to William's discreet support, though Oliver chose not to inquire about the donation's scale that swayed the school.

Still, it hardly concerned him, given the chance to skip the dull campus tests amid the widespread stress and worries gripping students over their outcomes.

Once these matters concluded, Oliver finally unwound, having navigated the key hurdles flawlessly.

The remaining aspects he could tackle leisurely, gaining wisdom hands-on within the firm.

Yet one morning...

"Hello? Oliver?"

A recognizable woman's voice echoed through the phone as Oliver answered.

"It's been ages, Brenda. How have you been?" Oliver responded with a warm grin.

A brief pause followed, as if the caller was taken aback by his instant pickup.

Soon, Brenda cleared her throat and quipped softly, "Aren't you the busy one... Why'd you answer so quickly? Especially after dodging my calls and texts altogether."

"Aww, I didn't mean to ignore you. Life's been packed with all kinds of chaos," Oliver clarified in a soothing voice that softened Brenda's annoyance somewhat.

She let out a deep breath then inquired, "Alright, got it. But a quick message would've been nice. It's not fair to leave girls waiting like that..."

"You're right. Sorry about that. I won't let it happen again." Oliver's apology rang true.

He recalled Mia confiscating his phone earlier, blocking any idle scrolling or gaming.

She'd just returned a new device, leaving no chance to review notifications before Brenda's ring.

Oliver paused, awaiting Brenda's words. Her silence stretched, leaving him uneasy, unsure if he'd upset her deeply.

At last, she exhaled again and remarked, "Okay... I get it... Anyway, have you wrapped up your tasks? Noon brings our school's graduation bash, and I'd love for you to join."

"Graduation party? Oh yeah..." Oliver recalled the test scores had emerged, marking a final gathering for many before paths diverged.

With futures branching out from here, it was bound to spark endless conversations among the group.

Oliver glanced briefly at the clock, noting it was merely ten in the morning.

He rose from bed and approached his closet.

"Count me in," Oliver assured boldly. "Where do we link up?"

"By the auditorium entrance. Later!" Brenda cut the conversation short without delay.

"She sounded pretty annoyed." Oliver reflected on Brenda's tone and furrowed his brow.

Yet Oliver brushed aside such musings quickly. He swapped his attire for something suitable and descended the stairs.

'Curious what their reactions will be when they spot me today... Considering how much I've transformed these last few months,' Oliver pondered silently while entering the garage.