NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 289. Do You Know Who I Am?!

Yet, just before Rebecca could smack the jerk aside, Oliver suddenly appeared in front of her and delivered a sharp slap to the man's face, causing him to stagger backward instantly.

"Ungh..." The thug grunted from the heavy blow and whipped around to glare at his assailant with furious eyes.

"Hey, what the fuck are you—" He shouted curses loudly, but Oliver cut him off with a punch straight to the face, hurling him off the floor and slamming him into the dancers nearby.

The moment this unfolded, all the people around halted their dancing and turned toward the disturbance, murmuring to each other in confusion about what just occurred.

One onlooker realized the beaten man was a key client he needed to impress for his upcoming product launch.

"Shit! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Stop it! Stop it! Why the hell would you do that, idiot!? Are you out of your goddamn mind!?" The guy rushed over frantically to help the man up from the floor, yelling at Oliver in a frustrated tone.

Oliver paid no attention to him at all, instead summoning the manager with a shout, "Hey, manager! Could you please toss the trash from the booth next to mine out of the club? Some pesky bugs are trying to bite my woman."

Oliver declared this while shooting deadly glares at the scum who had groped Rebecca without consent.

"Uh? Who... who the hell are you talking about?"

The fellow struck by Oliver was preoccupied holding his bloody nose and checking for loose teeth. Hearing Oliver's words left him stunned, staring at him in disbelief.

But before he could utter a word, a pair of security guards showed up and started herding everyone from that booth toward the exit.

These were burly men in black suits, armed with batons.

Spotting them coming to drag them out, the jerk exploded in rage. "What the fuck!? Do you know who I am?! Let go of me!"

He resisted the guards but took a baton strike to the gut, which knocked him flat on the ground from the impact.

Afterward, he quit fighting and lay there, glaring up at Oliver with pure venom in his eyes as they hauled him off along with the others.

As they got dragged outside, Oliver stayed by Rebecca's side, clasping her hand softly while turning to her with a warm smile.

"Hey, are you alright? He didn't hurt you or anything, right?" He inquired, scanning her with worry etched across his concerned face.

His tender voice made Rebecca's heart race, underscoring his deep concern for her safety.

It filled her with warmth, knowing the extent of his care for her.

"No, no... I'm fine... It's just that he took advantage of me..." Rebecca replied shyly, her gaze locked on Oliver's eyes, feeling embarrassed.

At her words, Oliver spun back toward the guards right away.

"Hey, take the asshole to the alley and break both of his hands and feet so that he can't touch any other woman against her will ever again."

Oliver announced it loudly enough for all nearby to hear, prompting gasps of shock from everyone, Rebecca included.

The guards exchanged a quick look upon hearing his command, nodded, and then pulled the thrashing jerk away as he screamed endlessly, pleading for mercy.

No one dared intervene, given the grave tone in Oliver's voice—they all knew the dire consequences of crossing him.

After all, a single call from him had the manager clearing out an entire VIP booth without any hassle.

This highlighted Oliver's immense sway over the city's premier nightclub.

With no desire to tangle with him, the crowd could only watch powerless as the guards removed them from the premises.

Once they were out of sight, the atmosphere settled, and people eyed Oliver with a hint of trepidation.

"Now, where were we?" He said, pivoting back to the group with a radiant smile.

His captivating grin helped everyone snap back to normal, seeing Oliver return to his affable self.

Maya, standing close with the other ladies, stepped up to Oliver and remarked, "We can resume what we were doing, but don't you think you are being a little too much? What if that bastard starts targeting us to take revenge, huh?"

Her tone carried irritation as she stood with arms folded beneath her ample bosom, shooting Oliver a stern glance that he brushed off.

Oliver wrapped an arm around Maya's waist, his other hand venturing to her full breasts, fondling them boldly.

"Well, then you just have to stay beside me to keep yourselves safe, isn't that right?" He smirked, toying with her stiff pink nipple, pinching and twisting it to draw a soft moan from her.

"Ahhhnn... Fuck... That's a given..." Maya whimpered, pressing her body against his and clinging to his neck.

The stunning blonde gazed at him seductively, and he couldn't hold back from claiming her plush, pink lips, parted from the pleasure at her chest.

Oliver plunged his tongue into her mouth, delving deep as she eagerly reciprocated his rhythm.

When they parted, Oliver eyed Rebecca, noting her outfit still hid her voluptuous curves and alluring form.

Offering her a gentle smile, he leaned in to whisper excitedly into her ear, "Why are you still wearing so many clothes, Rebecca? Let me see your amazingly sexy body!"

Rebecca jolted at his warm breath on her ear, nodding as her cheeks burned crimson.

"Ah, um... Okay... But this is really embarrassing to do this... in public..." She murmured, bashfully stripping off her garments to unveil her curvaceous, enticing figure.

The instant she was fully nude, Oliver rested a hand on her shoulder, steering her to the couch, as the other women arranged themselves around him.