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

Time slipped away swiftly, like a flowing stream.

Before he knew it, months had zipped past, and Oliver had encountered plenty of events in that span.

For starters, he kept hanging out with Elle, pushing himself daily in training to build strength and sharpen his combat abilities.

It became quite fun when he could clash directly with Elle, who excelled in close-quarters fighting and challenged him fiercely.

She remained ahead in expertise, yet Oliver improved steadily with every bout, picking up on her patterns, anticipating her strikes, and responding just right.

Next, following their deal, Oliver began picking up business operations from Mia and Anna, building knowledge on running an enterprise.

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

And at times, it was impossible because of Mia and Anna's endless flirting, as they seized every chance to tempt him and steal his concentration.

Even so, they spared no effort. Each session revealed more about the demands of heading a company.

It offered deep insights, though mastery couldn't come in a day.

Thus, the core aim of Oliver's training in business leadership wasn't total mastery but easing his grasp on the true essence of directing an organization.

It felt akin to an RPG adventure, where you gradually uncover game systems while jumping in to play, enjoying the process as your skills grow.

In those days, his schedule was packed so tight that leaving the estate for fun was rare, aside from practice drives to hone his driving.

His intimate encounters dropped sharply compared to earlier times.

Though he indulged when urges hit from the medication's aftermath, it was usually a brief romp before diving back into his tasks.

Oliver figured this routine might drag on endlessly, but luckily, the drug's influence faded after only the initial two weeks, letting him concentrate sharper and stay on track.

Even his high school finals, which he was meant to sit for, got held right in the mansion, courtesy of generous contributions to the institution.

All of it went smoothly, thanks to William's behind-the-scenes support, though Oliver chose not to inquire about the donation's size that swayed them.

Still, it wasn't a big deal, since he skipped the dull school tests amid the usual stress and worry gripping everyone over their scores.

Once these matters wrapped up, Oliver could finally unwind, having navigated the key hurdles without hitches.

The remaining bits he could absorb gradually through hands-on work in the firm.

Yet one morning...

"Hello? Oliver?"

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

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

A brief pause hung on the line, as if the caller was caught off guard by his quick pickup.

Then Brenda cleared her throat and teased lightly, "You're such a busy bee... Why'd you answer so quick? Especially after dodging my calls and texts all this time."

"Aw, I didn't mean to ignore you. Life's just been a whirlwind of things," Oliver replied softly, which softened Brenda's annoyance somewhat.

She let out a deep breath before saying, "Alright, I get it. But you could've at least sent a message. It's not cool to leave a girl waiting like that..."

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

He recalled how Mia had confiscated his phone earlier, cutting off his chats and games.

She'd handed him a new one moments ago, leaving no chance to check before Brenda rang.

Oliver held for Brenda's response. As silence stretched, he grew uneasy, unsure if he'd upset her and sparked anger.

But she sighed again and replied, "Okay... I get it... So, have you wrapped up your chaos? Because there's a graduation bash at school at noon, and I'd love for you to show."

"Graduation party? Oh yeah..." Oliver caught on that results were out, marking the final gathering for many before paths diverged.

With futures branching out now, it was bound to be a moment brimming with farewells and heartfelt words.

Oliver glanced briefly at the clock and noted it was ten in the morning.

He rose from bed and headed to his closet.

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

"By the auditorium entrance. Later!" Brenda cut it short and hung up.

"She sounded pretty annoyed." Oliver reflected on her tone and furrowed his brow.

Still, Oliver didn't dwell long. He swapped his outfit for something suitable and descended the stairs.

'Curious how they'll respond to the new me today... I've transformed quite a bit these past months,' Oliver pondered while entering the garage.