Chapter 226 Prejudice

The screen was flooded with expressions of shock, perfectly capturing the viewers' disbelief.

[OMG! OMG! OMG!]

[Is this really the company's annual party? That person playing the cello must be a pro!]

[What's up with the camera? Get a shot of her face! I want to see this lady!]

[I recognize that cello! Isn't that the one belonging to the renowned master, Casey Riley? How did it end up here?]

[Can anyone tell us who the lady is?]

Suddenly, the lights in the venue flickered back on.

After being in darkness for so long, the crowd instinctively shielded their eyes.

When they turned back to the stage, they realized Meryl had already left with her cello, though they hadn’t noticed when she had slipped away.

Freya excitedly grabbed Medea’s hand. “That was incredible! Our office can finally hold our heads high!”

Medea nodded in agreement. “I thought she was just messing around, but wow, she’s really talented! My cousin is watching the live stream right now and just texted me asking for Meryl’s number!”

Freya cupped her face. “Give it to him! Who knows, you might end up related someday!”

“Sure! I’ll text my cousin right now!”

Meanwhile, Josh coughed lightly.

The others in the executive office had no idea about Meryl’s true identity, but he was fully aware.

In fact, he had caught wind of some gossip earlier today.

“Medea, hold on. Meryl… is actually Mr. Aniston’s wife.”

“What?!” Medea’s eyes widened in shock. “You must be kidding! How did I not know something this huge?”

She had always prided herself on being the first to know the latest gossip, yet no one had mentioned that Meryl was Chandler’s wife.

Lisha, who had been silent until now, sneered, “Josh, where did you get such ridiculous information? Mr. Aniston would never marry someone like her.”

Freya immediately jumped in to defend Meryl. “What’s wrong with Meryl? Why wouldn’t she be good enough for Mr. Aniston?”

Lisha shook her head. “She’s just a pretty face! Let’s face it. She’s nothing more than eye candy. Mr. Aniston is a CEO. Do you really think Meryl has the sophistication of a true lady?”

In Lisha’s narrow view, a refined woman was one who wore designer clothes and carried luxury handbags.

Meryl’s simple style just didn’t fit that mold.

Josh interjected quietly, “Meryl is a true lady… just a more understated one. Have you heard of the Stone family? They own Celestial Ventures Group. She’s their daughter.”

Celestial Ventures Group was a name everyone recognized. Once a powerhouse in Kingsdom, it was among the elite companies in its prime.

However, recent years had been tough, and the company was facing decline.

Still, even in its weakened state, it held more weight than many smaller firms.

Lisha still shook her head in disbelief. “They just have the same name! Mr. Aniston doesn’t like Meryl. Remember how she chased after him? It made headlines, and he didn’t even give her the time of day!”

Backstage, Meryl had no idea she had become a sensation.

The online buzz continued to grow, with some users editing together clips of her cello performance and posting them everywhere.

Meanwhile, Walter leaned over to whisper something to Chandler, who suddenly narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them.

This power outage wasn’t just a coincidence but intentional.

He scanned the room, his gaze locking onto Dalton’s area.