NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 278. My Mom Is Very Pissed at You…

The hall was adorned splendidly, filled with colorful ribbons and blooming flowers 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 being passed out and buzzed excitedly about what lay ahead in their lives.

A few eyes caught sight of Oliver entering via the grand doors, Brenda clinging firmly to his arm as if determined never to let go again.

Just as anticipated, whispers and surprised breaths rippled through the group while the pair strolled together to the prepared seating areas.

Oliver paid no mind to the judgments of others, continuing onward without pause until they settled at a nearby table.

"So, you're not going to share where you've been or what kept you away?" Brenda inquired, settling to Oliver's right and gazing at him with a gentle grin.

"Just handled some family matters that couldn't wait. That's it." Oliver returned her smile. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

Ron, claiming a spot across from Oliver and Brenda, cut in sharply, "Nothing out of the ordinary? 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 directly. "Fair enough. Actually, my grandfather chose to pass his company down to me. That's how I get to indulge in perks like this."

"Oh? So that's the reason you're suddenly dressed like a wealthy heir?" Sarah teased with a light chuckle, bending closer to Oliver in an effort to snuggle right up against him.

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

"Perhaps~," he teased back, his fingers sliding along the edge of Sarah's thigh. "But seriously, watch how you lean in when your outfit's on the verge of sliding down. Unless you're aiming to put on a display for everyone?"

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

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

Next, he scanned the room, absorbing the sight of old acquaintances mixed with a handful of unfamiliar faces.

"Anything exciting lined up for the event?" Oliver wondered aloud, glancing back at Brenda, who gave a negative shake of her head.

"Besides the main festivities, nothing major. Maybe some dances and shows toward the end," she replied, pausing to sip from her glass.

A slight frown creased Oliver's brow. "Doesn't that sound 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. Hang in there until it's over."

"Hmm... Got it." Oliver murmured, exhaling deeply before reclining in his chair. "I figured there'd be at least something more thrilling than this."

"Tell me about it? I'm just as let down..." Ron grumbled, sharing Oliver's sense of letdown fully.

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

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

"You're joking, right?" he probed, caught off guard on how to respond.

Ron affirmed it firmly. "Dead serious. Your long absence made her question if you'd ever come back. These days, she's hitting the town nightly, acting like she's unattached because of it."

That revelation silenced Oliver completely, leaving him at a loss for managing the mess.

Brenda caught every bit of the exchange and eyed Oliver curiously. "My mom's upset with you too," she added casually with a shrug. "You told her to work on that other spot, but then never showed up to take it."

Sarah let out a playful snicker at the remark. "Lucky for you, you're not tangled up with my mom, or she'd be equally furious—probably more so."

"Damn it!" Oliver swore quietly, aware he was deep in hot water. "I couldn't help it—I was tied up with family issues..."

"You started things with them before vanishing abruptly. Now you'll face the fallout solo."

Brenda delivered the line with a sly, teasing smile.

Ron and Sarah, meanwhile, burst into chuckles, thoroughly entertained by his sticky situation.

Before long, the students assembled and took their places as the principal stepped onto the stage to deliver his address, lauding their dedication and offering hearty congrats on finishing their education.

Afterward came a series of acts by fellow students, featuring dances, songs, musical pieces, and more.

Yet in the midst of it, Oliver spotted someone specific heading their way.

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

The sleek black gown hugged her figure snugly, highlighting her shapely form so vividly that nearby guys couldn't help but stare as she glided by.

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

Oliver knew her right away: their instructor, Emma Dawson.

"Long time no see, Oliver," Emma said warmly, her smile bright. "Thrilled to see you've made it here."

 "Ms. Dawson." Oliver stood from his seat to greet her back. "Indeed, it's been ages. I haven't forgotten the great times we shared last time."