NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 284 284: My Mom Is Very Pissed at You...

The hall was adorned splendidly, featuring ribbons and blooms in every corner.

A crowd of students had already gathered by the time Oliver and his friends showed up, joined by several alumni who returned specially for the festive occasion.

All around, faces beamed with joy as attendees savored the snacks offered nearby and shared excited talks on their upcoming aspirations.

A few eyes caught sight of Oliver entering via the grand doors, Brenda clinging firmly to his arm, as if determined not to let go anytime in the near future.

Just as anticipated, whispers and soft exclamations rippled through the group when the pair strode together toward the prepared seating areas.

Oliver paid no mind to others' opinions and kept moving steadily until they arrived at a table where they could settle in.

"So, you're not going to share where you've been or what kept you away?" Brenda inquired, settling beside Oliver on his right, her lips curving into a gentle smile as she observed him.

"It was only some family matters I had to sort out. Nothing more." Oliver returned her smile. "Not really anything noteworthy."

Ron, claiming the spot across from Oliver and Brenda, cut in with, "Not noteworthy? You rolled up in a damn Koenigsegg Gemera!!! No one would call that ordinary!"

Oliver let out a light laugh at Ron's outburst, then faced him and replied, "Fair enough. Actually, my grandfather chose to pass his enterprise to me. That's how I get to indulge in perks like this."

"Oh? So that explains your sudden vibe of a wealthy heir?" Sarah teased with a light laugh, inching closer to Oliver, eager to bridge the gap between them.

Oliver spotted how her ample chest nearly burst from the low neckline of her white gown, prompting a sly grin from him.

"Perhaps~," he answered teasingly, his fingers sliding along the edge of Sarah's thigh. "But seriously, watch how you bend forward when your outfit's on the verge of sliding down. Unless you're aiming to entertain the crowd?"

Sarah's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant, and she straightened up quickly, hands holding her bust firmly in place. "No, no, no, no... Absolutely not!!"

Her flustered state drew a chuckle from Oliver as he withdrew his touch from her leg. "Fine. Let's switch topics then."

He scanned the room next, absorbing the sight of known faces mixed with a few unfamiliar ones.

"Any highlights lined up for the event?" Oliver wondered, glancing back at Brenda, who shook her head.

"Besides the main festivity, nothing major. Although dancing and a few acts might happen afterward," she replied, pausing to sip from her glass.

Oliver's brow furrowed slightly. "Doesn't that seem dull? Last year's event was pretty lackluster, if I recall..."

"Yeah, I get it." Brenda agreed with a nod. "Still, we can't bail on the gathering—it's a big milestone for our group. So hang in there until it wraps up."

"Hmm... Got it." Oliver murmured, sighing as he reclined in his chair. "I figured there'd be more excitement at minimum."

"I know, huh? Same here..." Ron grumbled, mirroring Oliver's letdown.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Oliver with a grave look. "Oh, and heads up—you realize my mom's furious with you, don't you? She's ranted nonstop about dumping you the second you show back up."

Those words hit Oliver like a freeze, his features twisting in distress as he pivoted toward Ron.

"You're not kidding?" he probed, at a loss for how to respond right then.

Ron confirmed with a firm nod. "Totally. Your long absence made her question if you'd even come back. Now she's hitting the nightlife every night, acting like she's unattached."

That revelation stunned Oliver into silence, leaving him clueless on managing the mess.

Brenda caught the full exchange and eyed Oliver. "My mom's upset with you too," she noted casually with a shrug. "You told her to work on her alternative spot, but never showed to collect on it."

Sarah let out a playful snicker. "Good thing you're clear of my mom, or she'd be raging at you too—maybe even more so."

"Ah, damn!" Oliver muttered under his breath, aware he was deep in hot water. "I couldn't help it with all the family chaos holding me up..."

"You started things hot with them before vanishing. Now you face the fallout solo."

Brenda delivered the line with a sly grin.

Ron and Sarah burst into chuckles too, delighted by his sticky situation.

Before long, the students assembled and found their places as the principal stepped to the platform, launching into his address to laud their efforts and hail their graduation triumph.

Afterward came a lineup of student showcases, from dances and songs to musical renditions and more.

Yet midway through, Oliver spotted someone heading their way.

Her bold red lipstick amplified the allure of her full, inviting lips, while her flowing blonde locks gleamed softly over her fair complexion.

The sleek black gown hugged her figure snugly, highlighting her shapely form and drawing admiring glances from nearby guys as she passed.

With generous décolletage on display and the hem cutting off at mid-thigh, paired with heels that elongated her slender legs further.

Oliver knew her at once: their instructor, Emma Dawson.

"It's been ages, Oliver," Emma said warmly, smiling. "I'm happy you made it here as well."

"Ms. Dawson." Oliver stood from his seat to greet her back. "Indeed, it has. And I haven't forgotten the thrilling times we shared last."