The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1807

Claire even heard them discussing the national soccer team.

She had absolutely no idea why that was a topic worth talking about.

"And you must be the young lady my Valerie frightened," Mr. Winthrop said warmly.

He truly hadn't ignored a single person at the table.

Even Claire received a special, personalized greeting.

"Take a look at the menu. If there's anything you like, just order it."

"My girl doesn't know how to interact with people and can be a bit stubborn."

"If you hadn't been there when she fainted, she might have cracked her head on the pavement."

"Thanks to you asking the professors to take her to the hospital, she's perfectly fine. If you don't mind, you can just call me Uncle Winthrop."

"Let me toast to you." Mr. Winthrop was clearly a master of dinner table etiquette.

Before Norris could step in on Claire's behalf, Valerie loudly interrupted her own father. "Dad! She's a girl. Why are you making her drink?"

Mr. Winthrop smacked his forehead. "Look at me, completely forgetting my manners. Just have some juice, Claire."

"Please, make yourself at home."

Claire nodded politely, murmuring her agreement.

Logically speaking, if the second-most powerful man in Cabinda offered a toast, most people would take at least a sip of alcohol.

But not Claire.

She very honestly picked up her teacup instead.

Mr. Winthrop actually appreciated her lack of pretension.

Many people instantly changed their attitude the moment they found out Valerie was his daughter.

But this young student remained calm and collected, completely unfazed by his status.

It seemed the younger generation really was different from his own.

Or perhaps it was because Claire herself came from an extraordinary background?

Mr. Winthrop recalled his background check, which revealed she was the newly recognized cousin of the Churchill family.

Her mother was Melissa, meaning she had every right to carry herself with pride.

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