NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 290 290: Nightmare Club

With their plans finalized, Oliver and his companions stepped out of the restaurant in a cheerful, lively mood.

A pair of luxury cars were already waiting at the curb as they exited, prepared to whisk them away.

Eyes lit up at the view, though they collectively opted to suppress their excitement.

After all, their primary goal for the evening was simply enjoying one another's company.

Once the group settled into the vehicles, the drivers accelerated, heading toward one of the most popular nightclubs on the edge of the city.

This was the very same club Oliver had visited formerly with his sister, Amara.

He found himself genuinely curious to see how the ladies would react once they experienced the atmosphere firsthand.

The journey was quick, yet the air inside the upscale car remained vibrantly energetic.

After a thirty-minute drive, the cars pulled to a halt before a grand entrance illuminated by neon signs and pulsing strobe lights.

When Oliver stepped out alongside Maya, Linda, and Emma, his gaze drifted toward the massive signage reading 'Nightmare Club', which bathed the area in a bright glow.

Not long after, Ron, Brenda, Sarah, and Rebecca emerged from the other vehicle, observing the attractive men and alluring women gathered near the entrance.

"This place is packed! Will we even be able to get inside?" Ron asked with a note of anxiety, fearing they might be denied entry or forced to wait for hours.

Maya patted her son on the shoulder with a smile. "Don't fret! We can simply chat while we wait in line like everyone else, and it won't take long."

"Exactly! Look at those security guards stationed at the door. No one is going to cause trouble here," Sarah added, observing the imposing bouncers as they actively managed the crowd.

The guards were indeed incredibly muscular men with stern looks etched onto their faces, yet one detail was particularly noticeable.

Their eyes seemed to constantly drift, scanning the figures of the women standing in the queue.

It appeared to be one of the unspoken perks of their demanding profession.

Oliver laughed softly at their reactions; he pulled out his phone to send a message, and within seconds, a reply arrived.

With a sense of satisfaction, Oliver tucked his phone away and nodded. "Don't worry, everyone. There is no need for us to wait."

"How so?" the group asked in unison, curious how Oliver planned to bypass the line.

Oliver just shook his head with a grin. "You'll see soon enough. Just watch and enjoy!"

No sooner had he spoken than a man emerged from the club doors, scanning the area until his eyes landed on Oliver's party.

The man hurried toward them wearing a broad smile. "Mr. Oliver! A pleasure to have you at Nightmare Club. I've been alerted to your arrival; please, let me escort you to your reserved booth!"

The members of the group widened their eyes in astonishment, turning toward Oliver for an explanation.

"Oh... did I forget to mention I secured a reservation? My apologies! It must have slipped my mind," Oliver said with an innocent air, acting as though he hadn't planned it all along.

Brenda nudged his ribs with her elbow. "Are you serious? Stop trying to show off! Just get us inside already."

"Hahaha, of course! Let's head in!" Oliver nodded, signaling the staff member to lead the way.

The employee bowed before moving back toward the building entrance.

The group filed in behind him, officially entering the Nightmare Club.

Once inside, the heavy bass of the music thundered through the speakers, accompanied by the deafening roar of the crowd, causing everyone to flinch momentarily from the sensory intensity.

However, within moments, they acclimated to the environment and looked around with genuine amazement.

Swarms of people were Dancing to the blaring music all across the floor.

The vibrating bass rattled their chests, fully immersing them in the authentic nightclub experience.

Guided by their host, they bypassed the dance floor and ascended to the mezzanine, which housed the exclusive VIP section.

There, the man brought them to a reserved area featuring plush leather couches arranged around a centralized table.

"Here you are," the man announced with a professional smile. "Mr. Oliver, please inform me of your drink preferences for the group. We have an extensive menu of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic options available to you."

Oliver contemplated for a heartbeat before requesting several bottles of premium whiskey and wine, along with an assortment of snacks.

"Very well! Your selections shall be served shortly." With a bow, the worker departed to fulfill the order.

Once he had gone, Maya surveyed the area with delight before sinking into one of the comfortable sofas. "Wow! I've been to many clubs, but I've never experienced a VIP section like this one."

Linda joined Maya, settling down beside her, and asked with surprise, "How can that be? You clearly have the funds. Why have you never opted for this level of service before?"

"Oh, please... Money isn't the only factor here, you know. It's quite complicated," Maya replied with a wry smile before retrieving a cigarette case from her purse and placing one between her lips.

She paused, frowning at her own actions as she remembered something; she shifted her gaze to Oliver. "Uhm... Oliver? You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"