How to Get a Wife

Chapter 281 Trust

Charlie returned to his room, too. He didn't notice that a person walked out from a dark corner not far away from where he was standing, playing with the camera in his hand. Then the man turned around and left the karaoke.

Joanna had been on pins and needles the whole night. The words that Charlie had whispered in her ear were still ringing in her mind. He didn't take his eyes off her, which made her feel even worse. She didn't know how long it would take to finish it, but she really didn't want to stay here any longer. She took out her phone and texted Wilson. Then she sat on her seat and waited. Only when she held her phone tightly could she feel at ease.

As soon as Wilson received the message, he changed his clothes and drove out as fast as he could. After parking the car at the door, he called Joanna.

Seeing the caller ID on her phone, Joanna stood up and said goodbye to everyone.

"I'm really sorry. But I have to go now. It's too late,"

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"We just came here."

"Let's play a little longer."

Joanna said apologetically, "I'm really sorry. I don't want to, either. But Wilson have arrived at the gate already and said he would pick me up home. We have to go to work tomorrow. It's better to have a good rest. When we have time, we can hang out together next time."

On hearing that and thinking that they did have to go to work tomorrow, the party ended. Wang went to pay the bill, and then they all went out together.

As soon as Joanna came out, Wilson saw her. He opened the door, got off the car, and beckoned to her. Then she said goodbye to everyone and ran to him. Everyone wanted to see Wilson. At first, they thought it was merely a joke, and Joanna just wanted to go back early, but it turned out that Wilson really came to pick her up. Everybody thought that the marriage between the rich was just a drama. They didn't expect that the relationship between Wilson and Joanna was real.

They all went back home. Sitting in the car, Charlie quietly watched Wilson's car passing away. There was still a cigarette between his fingers, but it was obvious that Charlie's mind had already gone.

He thought for a while and then drove back home.

Wilson asked curiously, "did you have a good time tonight? I think your colleagues should get along well with each other. "

"Not bad. They are all kind people. And they took care of me. And they didn't reject me because of my identity. They were very friendly to me."

Wilson said with a smile. "The Wan Group attaches great importance to its employees' quality. Besides, its employees know that. In this company, no matter how powerful you are, only strength matters. So even if you are my fiancée and the granddaughter of Director Helen, if you are not powerful enough, you can only be trampled on. Therefore, there are very few hidden rules and intrigues like general companies. I think it's a good place for you. "

Joanna nodded in approval, "I know." Joanna thought what Charlie said to her, but after a second thought, she decided not to tell Wilson about it. 'Let's not let these things bother him.'

"In fact, I'm a little afraid of being a drag on our department," Although nothing happened today, Joanna was still worried that something bad would happen and that she couldn't handle it well.

Wilson held her hands and comforted her, "you don't need to worry about it at all. You've learned from your previous professor. I can't say what she taught will be useful, but it will be helpful. Besides, you can ask your colleagues about it. Don't worry. They will be patient with the new comers. And if you have any problem, I can help you. "

Hearing what Wilson said, Joanna's eyes lit up, "really? I won't refuse your invitation then. Thank you, Mr. Wilson. "

Joanna spoke to Wilson in a serious tone, but in fact, she was lovely. At the sight of her, Wilson couldn't help laughing. "I'm not doing this for nothing. You should feel happy to do me a favor, right?"

"What do you want? If I can do it, I will promise you. "

"I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you when I figure it out."

Sitting on the front passenger seat and looking at her phone, she did not notice the faint smile at the corners of Wilson's mouth.

Her work was smooth and her colleagues were easy to get along with. As Wilson said, there was no general office intrigue. Although Manager Sheena was very serious, she was a good boss. She was satisfied with everything except for Charlie. However, things were not always as beautiful as they imagined. The sudden news caught her off guard.

She looked at the newspaper on the table as if she felt the sight around her. How should she explain? Would anyone hear an explanation? Next to the title 'Mr. Wilson's fiancée met a friend in private meeting and they act intimately' on the news was a photo in which Charlie pressed her against the wall and whispered in her ear. The dim light made people unable to see clearly, but their behaviors were really suspicious.

Those who knew the truth of the matter would not believe it, but the public's eyes would be easily clouded, and as long as one came out to slander her, there would be more. This was the power of the public opinion.

Then Joanna sat down and looked around. Then she took out her cellphone and texted Wilson message.

"Wilson, It's not like what the news says. I'll explain it to you. Don't believe it." She cared about Wilson most, and she didn't want to explain at all for others.

She held her phone tightly. The photo must have been taken at the night of her welcome party. She didn't know why they took it, but it was obvious that they wanted to discredit her. She had no idea what Wilson would think, and whether he would believe her or not. While Joanna was lost in various fancies and conjectures, her cellphone buzzed and it was a message from Wilson.

She opened the text with her trembling fingers, and her eyes turned red when she saw what was in the message.

"As long as you say it's not true, I believe it. I'll pick you up after work. You don't need to explain to anyone. Leave it to me. "