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

Days slipped by swiftly, much like a rushing stream.

Before he knew it, several months had flown past, during which Oliver encountered numerous events and challenges.

To begin with, he kept devoting his days to Elle, pushing himself rigorously in training to build strength and sharpen his combat abilities.

The sessions grew thrilling as he began matching wits with Elle in fierce sparring, her expertise in close-quarters fighting delivering intense and demanding confrontations.

Though she remained the dominant force in their bouts, Oliver improved steadily with every clash, honing his ability to anticipate her strikes by studying her patterns and responding with precision.

Next, in line with their pact, Oliver began absorbing lessons in corporate oversight from Mia and Anna, accumulating practical knowledge on managing an enterprise.

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

Occasionally, progress stalled entirely because of Mia and Anna's relentless flirting; they seized every chance to tempt him, shattering his concentration.

Yet, they never skimped on the instruction. Each session revealed deeper layers of the demands involved in steering a business forward.

The knowledge gained felt profoundly enlightening, even if mastering it couldn't happen in a single bound.

Thus, the core aim of Oliver's corporate training lay not in grasping every detail at once, but in forging connections and developing a true grasp of the essence behind directing an organization.

It resembled diving into an RPG, gradually uncovering the intricacies of its systems while jumping straight into the action, enjoying the ride as skills sharpened over time.

In the midst of this whirlwind schedule, he found no spare moments to venture beyond the estate for leisure, aside from those dedicated to refining his driving prowess.

His intimate encounters had also dropped off sharply from their previous frequency.

Whenever the medication's lingering effects sparked a sudden desire, he indulged briefly, settling for hasty relief before diving back into his obligations.

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

His high school finals, originally set for in-person attendance, unfolded right within the mansion, courtesy of generous contributions to the institution.

All of this proceeded smoothly, bolstered by William's discreet support from afar, though Oliver chose not to inquire about the exact sum his grandfather contributed to secure the arrangement.

Still, it hardly signified a loss, given that he sidestepped the monotonous tests at school amid the widespread tension and worries gripping students over their outcomes.

Once these hurdles cleared, Oliver could finally unwind, having navigated the bulk of his key responsibilities without hitches.

Whatever remained, he could tackle leisurely, picking up insights hands-on as he integrated into the company's operations.

Then, one crisp morning...

"Hello? Oliver?"

A voice he knew well echoed through the phone as Oliver answered the call.

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

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

Soon after, Brenda cleared her throat and shot back playfully, "You're one busy man, aren't you... Picking up on the first ring? Especially after dodging my calls and texts like that."

"Aw, I didn't mean to ignore you. Life's just been a whirlwind of chaos lately," Oliver replied softly, his calm words softening Brenda's irritation somewhat.

She let out a deep breath before pressing, "Alright, fair enough. But a quick message wouldn't have hurt. It's rough leaving a girl in suspense like that..."

"You're right. Sorry about that. I won't let it happen again, I swear." Oliver's apology came from the heart, full of genuine regret.

He recalled Mia confiscating his old phone earlier, cutting off his chances to browse or chat endlessly.

She'd just handed over this new device, leaving no moment to scroll before Brenda's ring came through.

Oliver held his breath, waiting for her response. As silence stretched on, unease crept in—had he upset her enough to spark real anger?

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

"Graduation party? Right, yeah..." Oliver caught on that the test scores had dropped, marking the final gathering for many before paths diverged.

With futures branching in new directions from here, it promised a heartfelt event brimming with farewells and shared stories.

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 her 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 exchange, his brow furrowing slightly.

Still, he didn't dwell on it long. Slipping into suitable attire, he made his way down the stairs.

'Curious what their faces will show when they spot me today... I've undergone quite the transformation these last few months,' Oliver pondered silently while entering the garage.