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.
She couldn't help but feel sorry for herself when she saw him become so powerful at such a young
age.
Standing next to her, Wilson didn't notice that Joanna was upset. He was still thinking about what just
happened.
He felt something was missing.
"What would you like to drink, miss?" The stewardess said gently.
"Give me a glass of water, please." Then she asked a cup of boiled water.
When Wilson's eyes were attracted by a bottle of wine, he had a familiar feeling.
"What's that?" He asked while pointing at the bottle of wine.
"This? This is Lafite from 1982. " The stewardess replied politely, "do you want it, sir?"
"Then let's do that."
The Lafite from 1982 was very familiar to him. Wilson thought he knew it somewhere.
But where exactly?
He lifted the glass to his mouth and took a sip. The mellow flavor filled his mouth instantly.
The images in his mind gradually came to his mind.
A man handed a glass of wine to him by the window and said: "Wilson, Lafite 1982. Have a taste. You
will like it."
Wilson didn't speak, but the man knew what he meant, so he poured a cup of wine for him and handed
it to him.
He had a taste and praised, "it's really good."
"Well, I said you would like it." The man burst into laughter after hearing what Wilson said.
Wilson glanced at him and continued to drink without saying a word.
He stared at the scenery outside the window. His eyes darkened.
Who was that man talking to me? Why do I think we are close? But he didn't remember at all.
After thinking for a long time, he didn't think of anything, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Joanna sensed that there was something strange about Wilson since he drank the cup of wine, but she
couldn't figure out what was wrong. She turned around and saw that he was asleep.
Maybe I just overthought.
Ibrahim Nasir International Airport
As soon as they got off the plane, they felt the charm of this city. Although they had searched some
information online before, they were still shocked when they really saw the beautiful scenery of this city.
As soon as they walked out of the airport, they saw people sent by the hotel to pick them up. They
thought it would be a good reward since there were special people to pick them up.
After getting on the car, Joanna looked out of the window to relax herself.
"Joanna, where shall I go later? I think the night market here must be very interesting. Let's have some
fun. " Wilson looked at Joanna excitedly. He was so excited that he couldn't control himself and his
sleepiness had disappeared.
He had prepared well before coming here. He must have a good time.
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