Chapter 805
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Erin blinked. "This kind of case isn't uncommon. On paper, everything checks out fine, but no pregnancies, not even with IVF. It usually means the man's sperm requires a very specific environment to survive-conditions most women's eggs just can't meet." She turned to Jenkins and added mischievously, "If you want his women to conceive, why not just slip a man into the palace? Problem solved."
Jenkins rolled her eyes. "You think their security is that lax? They'll test DNA three months in, and the jig will be up. Besides, those women are loyal to him-they'd never betray him willingly"
Erin shrugged. "Then what's the plan?"
Jenkins sighed, hesitating before revealing her trump card. "Word is, Monbatten's secretly in Crera to try out some traditional therapies. That's why I thought we had a shot. If we can cure his...condition, I can finally go back."
Erin perked up, glancing at Keira. "When did he get here? Do we know where he's staying?"
Jenkins hesitated, then gave a wry smile. "He's been here a few days, but it's all hush-hush. Luckily, someone does know where he is."
The two women exchanged a knowing look and spoke in unison. "Ryan Cobb."
Given Ryan's unique position and involvement in diplomatic circles, it was plausible he'd have the intel. Without his help, approaching Monbatten would be impossible. Anyone caught snooping into a king's whereabouts risked being labeled a spy.
Keira glanced at Erin. "How good are you at diagnostics?"
Erin smirked. "Oh, nothing special-just third-best in the world."
Keira sighed at her cocky grin, pinching the bridge of her nose. But after a moment's thought, she grabbed her phone.
Even though she hated bothering Ryan over something like this, Keira wasn't foolish enough to pass up an opportunity like this by trying to figure it out on her own. That wasn't high-mindedness; that was stupidity.
After explaining her request to Ryan over the phone, she added casually, "If it's inconvenient, just say so."
Ryan's voice softened, a chuckle laced in. "Keira, no need to be so formal. You saved my life. Besides, this is hardly a tall order. Monbatten and I hit it off immediately-he's already a friend. My father even asked me to oversee his treatment while he's here. Consider this a favor for both of us. Let's meet tomorrow at the club. I'll introduce you."
Keira didn't hesitate. "Sounds good. Tomorrow, then."
After hanging up, she turned to Jenkins, who grinned slyly.
"This," Jenkins mused, "is the power of connections."
Erin raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the door. "Let's just hope someone doesn't get jealous."
Keira glanced over her shoulder to find Lewis standing there, watching her with a faint smile.
She raised a brow at him, but he only chuckled softly and walked away.
Jenkins sighed wistfully. "A man like Mr. Horton-so loyal and controlled-is rare these
days. Most men with money can't resist temptation. He's a gem."
Keira smirked, heading for the door. "My brother's the same way."
Jenkins blinked, momentarily speechless.
The next morning, Keira invited Lewis to join her. He drove them to the exclusive club, but when they arrived, he declined to go inside.
"This is the Cobbs' club," he explained. "Its security is airtight. You'll be fine. I'll wait in the car."
"You're not coming in?"
Lewis pulled out his laptop. "I've got a meeting."
Keira nodded. "Alright."
She, Jenkins, and Erin stepped out, passing through tight security at the club's entrance. Inside, they found themselves face-to-face with Sean Church, who looked surprised to see them.
"Miss Olsen! What brings you here?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I could ask you the same."
Sean chuckled sheepishly. "I heard the food here was phenomenal. Came to see for myself, but it's overrated."
Shaking his head, he added, "Well, I won't keep you. Looks like you're busy."
Keira nodded and moved on, eventually reaching the private room Ryan had mentioned. She knocked, and to her surprise, he answered the door himself. "Monbatten doesn't want too many people around," Ryan explained, stepping aside. Keira stepped into the room-and froze.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The man sitting inside, the King of Country A, looked eerily familiar.