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

The hall shimmered with stunning decorations, ribbons and blossoms adorning every spot.

A crowd of students had gathered by the time Oliver and his group stepped in, joined by several alumni who returned solely for this festive occasion.

Joy lit up faces all around as attendees savored the snacks on offer and buzzed excitedly about their upcoming paths in life.

A few eyes turned toward Oliver entering via the grand doors, Brenda clinging firmly to his arm as if determined not to let go anytime soon.

Whispers and soft exclamations rippled through the air as the pair strolled together to the prepared seating areas.

Oliver paid no mind to the stares or judgments from others, continuing onward until they settled at a nearby table.

"So, you're not going to share where you vanished to or what kept you away?" Brenda inquired, settling beside him on the right with a gentle curve to her lips.

"Just handled some family matters that couldn't wait. Nothing more." Oliver returned her smile. "Really not a big deal."

Ron, claiming the spot across from them, cut in sharply, "Not a big deal? You rolled up in a damn Koenigsegg Gemera!!! No one's calling that ordinary!"

A light laugh escaped Oliver at Ron's outburst, then he faced him directly. "Fair enough. Honestly, my grandpa chose to pass his empire down 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 as she could.

Oliver caught sight of her ample chest nearly bursting from her white gown, prompting a sly grin from him.

"Perhaps~," he teased in return, his fingers sliding along Sarah's leg. "Though you might want to watch how you bend over folks when your outfit's on the verge of sliding. Unless you're aiming to flash the crowd?"

A fierce blush flooded Sarah's cheeks as she straightened up, hands clamping her bust securely. "No, no, no, no... Absolutely not!!"

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

His gaze then swept the room, absorbing the mix of known faces and a handful of unfamiliar ones.

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

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

A slight scowl crossed Oliver's features. "Doesn't that sound dull? Last year's event was a total drag, if I recall..."

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

"Hmmm... Got it." Oliver murmured, exhaling deeply as he reclined in his chair. "I figured there'd at least be something more thrilling."

"I know, huh? Same here..." Ron grumbled in sympathy, sharing Oliver's letdown completely.

Suddenly, Ron 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 face twisting in distress as he pivoted toward Ron.

"You're not kidding?" he pressed, grappling for the right response.

Ron confirmed it firmly. "Dead serious. Your long absence made her question if you'd even come back. These days, she hits the nightlife every night, acting like she's free and single."

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

Brenda caught the full exchange and eyed Oliver curiously. "My mom's upset with you too," she added casually with a shoulder lift. "You told her to work on that other spot, but never showed to collect."

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

"Ah, damn!" Oliver swore quietly, aware he was deep in hot water. "I couldn't help it—family obligations tied me up..."

"You started things hot with them before vanishing abruptly. Now 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 clustered and took their places as the principal ascended the platform to deliver his address, lauding their efforts and offering hearty congrats on finishing their education.

Next came a lineup of acts from fellow pupils, featuring dances, vocals, musical pieces, and more.

Yet midway through, Oliver spotted someone 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 enough to draw gazes from nearby guys as she passed.

Exposing generous décolletage, the outfit ended halfway down her thighs, 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, beaming at him. "I'm happy you made it today as well."

"Ms. Dawson." Oliver stood from his seat to greet her back. "Indeed, quite some time has passed. I haven't forgotten the thrilling moments we shared last."