NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 295 295: Do You Know Who I Am?!

Yet before Rebecca had the chance to smack the scumbag aside, Oliver suddenly showed up in front of her and delivered a sharp slap across the man's face, forcing him to stagger backward.

"Ungh..." The guy groaned from the intense blow and whipped around to glare at his assailant with furious eyes.

"Hey, what the fuck are you—" He bellowed curses, but Oliver's fist smashed into his face right away, hurling him off the floor and straight 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 went down.

One bystander 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!?" He dashed over frantically to assist the man up from the floor, yelling irritably at Oliver.

Oliver paid no attention to him though, instead summoning the manager with a shout, "Hey, manager! Could you please throw the trash from the booth next to mine away from the club? There are some annoying insects trying to bite my woman."

Oliver declared this while shooting deadly glares at the jerk 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 reached the spot and started herding everyone from that booth toward the exit.

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

Spotting them coming to eject them, the jerk erupted 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, collapsing hard onto the ground from the impact.

Afterward, he quit fighting and lay motionless, glaring at Oliver with pure venom as they hauled him off along with the others.

As they got dragged out, Oliver remained by Rebecca's side, clasping her hand softly while flashing her a warm smile.

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

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

It touched her deeply to see such care for her protection.

"No, no... I'm fine... It's just that he took advantage of me..." Rebecca replied shyly, gazing into Oliver's eyes while blushing.

Her explanation prompted Oliver to spin back toward the guards immediately.

"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 nearby folks to hear, shocking everyone including Rebecca into gasps.

The guards exchanged looks upon his command and nodded, then yanked the thrashing jerk away as he screamed pleas for mercy nonstop.

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

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

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

Thus, unwilling to tangle with him, onlookers could only watch powerlessly as the guards removed them.

With them gone, the crowd settled and eyed Oliver with traces of fear.

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

His captivating grin helped everyone snap back to normal, sensing his return to charm.

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 annoyance, arms folded beneath her ample bosom as she shot him a stern glance that he brushed off.

Oliver wrapped an arm around Maya's waist, his other hand boldly groping her full breasts.

"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, drawing a soft moan as he pinched and twisted it.

"Ahhhnn... Fuck... That's a given..." Maya whimpered, pressing closer to him and clinging to his neck.

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

Oliver thrust his tongue into her mouth, delving deeply as she eagerly reciprocated.

Once their kiss broke, he eyed Rebecca, noting her outfit still hid her voluptuous curves and alluring form.

Offering her a gentle smile, he leaned in to whisper excitedly by 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 with her cheeks burning crimson.

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

With her fully undressed, Oliver steadied her shoulder and led her to the couch, as the rest of the women arranged themselves around him.

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