How to Get a Wife novel Chapter 23

The next day, Joanna went to the supermarket to buy all the lack things.

And she sent Little to the Melissa's house. Originally, Wilson wanted to go with her, but Joanna didn't mention him to Melissa and Rita, so she kept him at home with an excuse. He took the little one to Melissa's house with its toys.

"You must take good care of this little guy. He is only two months old, so you must watch him carefully at ordinary times." Though reluctant to let other people take care of Little, Joanna couldn't bring him to Maldives.

She wrote down some of Little's small habits on a notebook. On several pages were full of words. It was clearly written that when he needed to pee, the temperature for his milk, when she would go out, and how long she should spend with it every day.

It had to be said that Joanna's love for Little was extreme.

"I see. You've written it all. I'll take good care of it. Don't worry." Melissa showed her notebook. She still couldn't believe what she saw is normal life of a dog.

She didn't have such a delicate life as this.

Was it true that humans were not as good as dogs?!

"Well, I'll leave now." Before she left the room, Joanna came back again and cuddled Little.

"Little, be good. She will take good care of you, and I will be back in a few days." Little replied obediently, rubbing his head on Joanna, as if he understood what she meant.

"Okay, okay. You treat him just like your own child." Melissa said while trying to chase her out. She can't stand Joanna acting like this.

"If Little have any discomfort, you must call me."

The door was closed, leaving only the chattering sound of Joanna outside.

Looking at the closed door, Joanna thought if she was too nervous, so she went downstairs with a sigh.

Everything was done and ready. The plane took off to Maldives.

Joanna was still worried about the visa, but when Wilson's name was mentioned, the waiter immediately said with great respect, "Hello, Mr. Wilson, do you need me to help you apply for a higher one for your passenger seat?"

The attitude of the staff was so deferential that Wilson and Joanna were stunned. What happened.

"Uh, I was just asking. Does he need extra money to upgrade the cabin? " Joanna didn't know what was going on, but she still asked. What if it was not necessary?

"It's not necessary. Mr. Wilson is our VVIP. He is available for free guest class promotion service, including his friends." The receptionist answered with a standard professional smile.

"Can you find my documents?" The words from the landlady of newsagent still echoed in Wilson's mind. Maybe the information here could help him get it back.

"Sorry, the information of VVIP clients is confidential, so I can't show it to you."

"Then how can you be sure that he is Mr. Wilson?" Joanna was confused, she didn't believe that the staff here could remember every VVIP client's face?

Though only a few people were in VVIP, there should be many in the whole H city.

"The checking system can tell right from wrong."

The receptionist patiently answered the questions of Joanna. Although they still did not know what identity Wilson had, they still went through the cabin upgrading service.

'Anyway, it's free.'

But Wilson must be someone. He was a VVIP customer of a large-sized airline company.

She had met him several times before. Although she knew he was rich, she didn't know how much he owned.