chapter 17 Who is the noble queen?

Hearing this, Timila was deeply moved.
She had thought that he would definitely abandon her and even hold a grudge against the Olson Family.
But unexpectedly, he let go of past grievances and even came to help her while he was sick and weak.
It was impossible not to be moved.
Before, she only considered him a friend, but now, it seemed worth trying to get closer.
In comparison, Christian was violent, impulsive, and also petty.
Ludolf was many times better than him.
"Thank you, Young Master Abbott."
Timila pursed her lips, her pretty face blushing, and felt a little shy facing him.
Seeing her like this, Ludolf felt itchy in his heart. The more she acted this way, the more irresistible she became.
Such an attractive woman, he wondered how enjoyable it would be to have her in bed.
"I've said before, we are friends, and there might even be a chance for a deeper relationship in the future."
"Why should there be thanks between you and me?"
As he spoke, Ludolf tentatively reached out his hand, wanting to wrap it around her slender waist.
Timila still had some resistance in her heart and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Brocha came over.
She took Ludolf's hand and placed it on Timila's waist, nodding and said.
"Yes, President Olson, we are all family here, you don't need to be so formal."
"Compared to that useless brat, Young Master Abbott is so much better."
"And look, he cares so much about you and the Olson Family's affairs."
"I suggest, after getting the investment, why not just go ahead and settle things between you two?"
Timila was startled.
Blaming Brocha for talking nonsense in her heart, her eyes suddenly lit up in shock, "Christian..."
"President Olson, don't mention that useless brat. You are divorced from him, and now you are single."
"Who you date has nothing to do with him..."
"Why is he here?"
Timila ignored Brocha and looked intently ahead.
Hearing this, both turned their heads in surprise.
There stood Christian among the crowd, looking around as if searching for someone.
Compared to the expensive clothes of other dignitaries, his cheap, low-priced streetwear was particularly jarring.
"That useless brat, how dare he come here?"
Remembering the scene of being beaten up in the hospital, Ludolf was uncontrollably angry.
He clenched his fist unconsciously, straining his wound, causing him to involuntarily inhale sharply.
Brocha's expression also changed, saying bitterly, "This waste, he's like a bad penny."

"No, I must go and teach him a lesson!"
As Brocha hurried forward, Ludolf and Timila followed.
"You shameless thing!"
Brocha glared at Christian, angrily saying, "First, you hit Aunt Carter and Young Lady Aislin, then you beat Young Master Abbott."
"Now you dare to follow us here, what exactly do you want?"
"How exactly did President Olson offend you for you to persist like this?"
"Do you think you can make President Olson change her mind by doing this?"
Christian frowned.
He didn't expect to meet them here.
Just after getting off the car, he was told that the security chief had an emergency and couldn't come, so Maryjane was in charge.
Christian was asked to wait for a while, as she would be back soon.
With nothing to do, he looked around, also to ensure that there would be no accidents at the banquet tonight.
But they mistook him as sneaky, even stalking?
"Timila and I are already divorced, even if she begged me to remarry, it's impossible."
"Why would I stalk her?"
"Don't flatter yourself!"
Christian's expression was calm, showing no sign of disturbance.
But hearing his words, Timila's face darkened, surprised by his harsh words.
Previously at home, he almost treated her like a treasure.
Afraid of dropping her if held in his hand, afraid of losing her.
But now…
"Worthless brat, you dare to insult President Olson?"
Brocha glared angrily and scolded, "You say you're not stalking Timila, then what are you doing here?"
"Everyone who comes and goes here is a social elite, without some status and identity, not to mention entering, even standing here is unworthy."
"You, a dog thrown out of the house, a useless and cowardly waste, what right do you have to be here..."
"Pow!"
Before she could finish, Christian swiftly slapped her face hard!
"Wench, shut your filthy mouth."
"Don't think I don't know about the dirty things you've done behind the scenes."
"I don't have time to deal with you right now, but when I'm free, I'll slowly settle the score with you!"
Remembering how she secretly leaked information to Hortense and her daughter, he was still unsettled.
But tonight he was Maryjane's bodyguard, and there was no need to cause extra trouble, so he took a deep breath and said indifferently, "I am not stalking Timila, I am here tonight to attend the investment dinner..."
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Ludolf burst into laughter, taunting, "Do you think we are all three-year-old kids?"
"Everyone attending tonight's investment dinner is either a business tycoon or a political leader."
"Even Timila's invitation was hard for me to get, and you have the audacity to say you're also here to attend the dinner?"
"Are you not afraid of tripping over your own tongue with such big talk, do you have no shame?"
Christian responded indifferently, coldly saying, "Believe it or not, I have no obligation to explain to you."
"As for you, I didn't hurt you enough at the hospital did I? Do you want another round?"
"But this time, I should sew your filthy mouth shut, to prevent you from biting around like a mad dog!"
"You!"
"Christian, have you had enough trouble?"
Timila could no longer stand it, glaring at him, she scolded.
"Tonight's dinner is of a very high standard, your claim of attending the dinner is unbelievable, are you not stalking me then?"
"I can't believe that not only are you arrogant, impulsive, and petty, but you also lie through your teeth, deceiving yourself and others!"
"You previously hit my mother and Young Master Abbott, although excessive, I tried to understand it from your perspective, after all, it's normal to be emotional after the spirit tablet and urn were smashed."
"But now you are blatantly lying, and you just hit Brocha, do you have any respect for me, any respect for the law?!"
She yelled in disappointment and disillusionment with Christian.
Just two days after the divorce and he had changed so much, what would he become after some more time, a madman?
Could it really be that he couldn't live without her?
If he knew he would regret it, why didn't she do something before? She had given him many chances!
"In my eyes, you are nothing!"
Christian looked coldly and dismissively, "I am here tonight to attend the dinner, and I have no interest or obligation to explain to you."
"Believe it or not, I can't be bothered with you!"
Saying this, he turned and left.
Their harsh criticism, in his view, was utterly ridiculous.
Trying to understand him from his perspective?
If she were really so empathetic, she wouldn't have just assumed he was stalking her based on her own judgment.
Nor would she have said divorce so easily, leaving him no room for negotiation.
"Security! Security!"
Just then, seeing Christian about to slip away, the slapped Brocha, unable to contain her anger, immediately shouted loudly, "This guy hit someone, catch him quickly!"
"Also, he is just a coward trying to sneak into the hotel for nefarious purposes, don't let him go!"
This commotion immediately drew everyone's attention.
And two security guards approached upon hearing this, but before they could get close, they were stopped by a sharp reprimand, "Who told you to come here? Get back!"
Maryjane glared at them, frightening them, and they promptly retreated!
Then, she quickly walked over, instinctively holding Christian's arm, and said softly, "What's wrong Christian, did you encounter some trouble?"
Seeing the newcomer, everyone was momentarily stunned.
Especially Timila, who observed her carefully. She was very beautiful, with an unusual allure.
She wore a light and delicate jumpsuit, looking noble and dignified, and her curvaceous figure, though perfectly displayed, did not give off any vulgar or trite impression, but rather a charm and attraction reminiscent of a bewitching fairy.
Especially her delicate face, cold and noble, like a high queen, an overwhelming sense of oppression that made one feel inferior with just one glance.
She was a woman whom even Timila felt inferior to.
And now this woman was acquainted with Christian?
And their intimate behavior left her somewhat dazed.
What exactly was their relationship to each other?