NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 281 281: Graduation Party?

Time slipped away swiftly.

Just like that, several months flew by, during which Oliver encountered numerous events.

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

The sessions became thrilling once he started clashing directly with Elle, whose expertise in hand-to-hand combat delivered intense challenges.

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

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

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

Occasionally, progress halted because of Mia and Anna's relentless flirting, as they seized every chance to tempt him and shatter his concentration.

Nevertheless, they spared no efforts. Each session revealed deeper insights into leading an organization.

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

Thus, the core goal of Oliver's business training lay not in grasping every detail outright, but in fostering connections and a true grasp of directing a venture.

It resembled diving into an RPG, gradually uncovering game mechanics while jumping in to play, enjoying the process as skills enhanced over time.

In those busy days, he lacked moments to venture beyond the estate for leisure, save for 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 phase 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 with William's discreet support, though Oliver chose not to inquire about the donation's scale that swayed the school.

Still, it scarcely mattered, given that he dodged the dull school tests, amid the typical heightened stress and worries gripping students about their outcomes.

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

The remaining aspects he could absorb leisurely via hands-on involvement at the firm.

Yet one particular morning...

"Hello? Oliver?"

When he answered the call, a recognizable woman's voice echoed in Oliver's ears.

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

A brief pause followed, as if the caller was caught off guard by his immediate pickup.

Soon after, 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."

"Aw, 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 irritation somewhat.

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

"You're right. Sorry about that. I won't let it happen again," Oliver said earnestly in his apology.

He recalled Mia confiscating his phone earlier, stopping him from scrolling or messaging endlessly.

She'd just handed over his updated device, leaving no chance to review notifications before Brenda rang.

Oliver paused, awaiting Brenda's words. Her prolonged silence made him uneasy, questioning if he'd upset her into anger.

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

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

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

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

He rose from bed and approached his closet.

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

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

"She sounded pretty annoyed," Oliver reflected on her tone during the chat, his brow creasing.

Still, Oliver didn't dwell on it long. 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 inwardly while entering the garage.