Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison novel Chapter 328

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Julia said, “I heard you play the cello the other day, and it just so happens that Mr. Herty is an expert in that field. I thought you two might hit it off.” 

Nearby, a well–to–do lady chimed in, “Oh, absolutely! Mr. Herty is something else. He only plays for the elite of Kingsdom, and even his concerts are kept under wraps.” 

She gestured upward, her expression one of hushed reverence. 

Meryl understood immediately. 

This was the realm of the elite. 

If one wanted to dig up stories about these people, one would find nothing concrete. They were the true upper crust, while those who flaunted their wealth were merely the well–off. 

There was a clear divide between these two circles, but it was always advantageous for the wealthy to rub shoulders with the elite. 

Meryl shook her head. “I only know a little; there’s no way I could hold a conversation with someone like that.” 

Julia said, “Now, that’s where you’re mistaken. I played your performance for him, and he praised your talent, saying you have great potential.” 

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call. 

“Hello?” 

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Bianca’s voice trembled slightly. “Meryl, it’s Mom. 

“Can you come home for a bit? I need to talk to you.” 

Meryl replied firmly, “No, I can’t. There’s nothing to discuss. I’m hanging up now.” 

“Wait, where are you? If you don’t want to come home, I’ll come find you.” 

“I’m at Mrs. Cole’s birthday party.” 

With that, Meryl ended the call. 

The Cole Villa was enormous, and the guest list for the birthday bash was extensive. There were several families with the Cole 

surname in Kingsdom. 

Meryl doubted Bianca would actually show up. 

David was well–liked in their circles, and with his wife’s birthday celebration, everyone was eager to pay their respects. The Cole Villa was practically a small park in itself. 

As Meryl wandered around, she suddenly heard a commotion up ahead. 

“Someone’s fainted!” 

“Oh no, what do we do?” 

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“Quick! Call an ambulance!” 

Alarmed, Meryl rushed towards the scene. 

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A gray–haired man lay on the ground, breathing heavily, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. He looked utterly miserable. 

He was sprawled on the floor, and no one dared to approach him, unsure of what to do. 

“Everyone, step back! Give him some space,” Meryl instructed, her voice calm amidst the chaos. 

She crouched down to assess the situation. 

The man’s palms were clammy, and his hands trembled slightly. 

Keeping her composure, Meryl quickly diagnosed, saying, “Have you not eaten anything since this morning?” 

As she spoke, she fished a piece of candy out of her pocket and popped it into the man’s mouth. 

Onlookers were baffled. “What’s going on? Why are you feeding this old man candy?” 

“Because he’s hypoglycemic,” Meryl replied matter–of–factly. 

Just as her words hung in the air, the man suddenly opened his 

eyes. 

He still looked a bit pale, but he was clearly improving.