Chapter 817: Chapter 816
Editor: Henyee Translations

The guard stole another glance at Amy, his lips parting as if to speak but quickly shifting his gaze to Lewis and Keira.

Was this little girl really their child?

Better to stay quiet, he thought.

After dinner, Amy stuck close to Monbatten, shadowing him like a loyal sidekick. She sat quietly at his side, observing his conversations with the many guests. Unlike most kids her age, Amy didn’t fidget or cause a fuss.

Monbatten glanced at her, his curiosity piqued. “Aren’t you bored?”

Amy shook her head, her face lighting up. “Not at all!”

In fact, she was thrilled. She’d never been around so many adults, engaging in lively conversations. It was a refreshing change from the usual hushed meetings her parents kept her out of.

What fascinated her the most was Monbatten’s distinct accent. Even though he spoke in Country A’s language, Amy found she could understand him—thanks to the lessons her mom had given her as a child.

“You understand what we’re saying?” Monbatten asked, visibly surprised.

Amy nodded eagerly. “Mom taught me when I was little.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would she teach you that?”

“She said I’d need it to talk to my dad someday.” Amy tilted her head and smiled. “Daddy, will you teach me how to speak like you?”

Monbatten let out a rare chuckle. “Of course.”

He began teaching her a few basic phrases, and Amy mimicked him with precision, drawing his amused approval.

Across the room, Keira and Lewis watched the exchange, their expressions a mix of disbelief and intrigue.

Keira leaned closer to Lewis, whispering, “How is Monbatten getting along with Amy so well?”

Lewis frowned, still staring at the pair. “I’ve been wondering the same thing.”

Just then, Jenkins sidled up beside them, grinning mischievously. “Not bad, Keira! You might not be great at networking, but you sure know how to pull strings. Did you know Amy would win over Monbatten like this? Is that why you brought her along?”

Keira blinked. “What?”

Jenkins wagged a finger at her. “Oh, come on. You’ve never brought Amy to meet guests before, and now suddenly she’s here. Admit it—you planned this!”

Keira was speechless. She wanted to protest, but her eyes drifted back to Monbatten.

In less than an hour, Amy had managed to make him laugh more than ten times—a rare feat for a man notorious for his stern demeanor.

Nearby, Erin cracked open a pistachio and leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold. “You know, Amy really does have a princess-like aura. Haven’t you noticed? She’s even imitating Monbatten.”

Keira let out a long sigh. She had noticed. Every subtle gesture, every way Monbatten handled himself in conversation—Amy mirrored it effortlessly, as if she’d been studying diplomacy her entire life.

By now, the little girl was engaging with guests as confidently as if she were Monbatten’s own child. And she seemed to love listening to political discussions, nodding along intently without a hint of boredom.

Keira glanced at Lewis again, and their eyes met, both of them silently marveling at their daughter’s uncanny knack for this world.

Uncle Olsen joined them, arms crossed thoughtfully. “You know, Amy might have the makings of a diplomat. If that’s the case, Ryan could help mentor her.”

Keira gave him a nod of agreement, still caught up in her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Amy wrapped up her chat with Monbatten, hopping off her seat with a big smile. She walked over to him, holding out her tiny hand.

Monbatten looked at her, momentarily caught off guard, then broke into yet another hearty laugh. Shaking her hand with exaggerated seriousness, he said, “Well, my dear little princess, it’s been a pleasure.”

Amy beamed. “Dear Daddy, thank you for visiting Crera. I hope you’ll come to my house soon—I’ll be waiting!”

Monbatten nodded warmly. “I’d be honored, my dear little princess.”

She skipped back across the room, her energy now bounding through her every step. Erin and Jenkins immediately descended on her with questions.

“Amy, what were you talking about with Monbatten?” Jenkins asked, eyes wide.

“Did you actually understand him?” Erin added.

Amy gave an innocent nod. “He said Jenkins wanted to return to Country A for business, and he’s agreed to let her go back.”

Jenkins froze. “Wait…what? He agreed?”

Amy nodded again, grinning. “You were worried about it, so I mentioned it to Daddy, and he said yes.”

Jenkins gaped at her, struggling to process what she’d just heard. After countless emails, meeting requests, and outright begging, Monbatten had refused to budge. Yet Amy had accomplished the impossible in a single conversation.

“Are… are you sure you’re not actually his daughter?” Jenkins muttered, giving Amy a once-over as if she might suddenly sprout Monbatten’s royal crest.

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