<h4>Chapter 1793: Chapter 1786: Joanna Lawrence, Didn’t See That Coming</h4>


    Joanna Lawrence: "..."


    What a tone, just like an overbearing CEO.


    Ashton Heath seemed not to trust her at all. After instructing her on one thing, he immediately thought of another and carefully reminded her of what to do.


    By the time he hung up, Joanna realized that they had been talking for an hour.


    As she finished the call and saw that it was gettingte, she was about to go out to see what the others were doing when she heard a knock at the door.


    Joanna turned her head and saw Faye Lister outside.


    She was stunned for a moment before hurrying over: "Faye."


    "Joanna." Faye looked into her room and saw that she had kept everything neat and clean. With admiration in her eyes, she said, "Your room is really clean. It looks much more refreshing than mine."


    "Faye, have you finished tidying up? If not, I can help you." Joanna had no intention of pleasing anyone, but she was grateful to Faye.


    "No need, I’ve already cleaned up." Faye didn’t want to trouble her. She peeked into the room again, then looked a little embarrassed, "Joanna, can I use your bathroom? I just went to the public bathroom and it is as if they’re raising pigs in there. I’m a bit scared..."


    Joanna suddenly realized that Faye hade to use her bathroom.


    "Of course." She immediately stepped aside, "Faye, the bathroom is in the small room in front, I just cleaned it up, hurry up."


    Faye must have been in a rush, for after nodding, she quickly walked towards the bathroom.


    Just as Faye entered the bathroom, there was another knock at the door.


    "Wow, Joanna, you’ve done a pretty good job tidying up here." The person at the door was Porter Rushbrook. Before Joanna could invite him in, he walked around the room, looking at it with admiration.


    Seeing the small TV on the cab, his eyes lit up, as if he had found a rare treasure.


    "You even have a TV?. You must be living in luxury."


    Although the room might not seem like much to them, people ustomed to living in big cities, it was like a presidential suitepared to the others’.


    The others only had ordinary single rooms.


    "There’s even a fridge? Your standards are really high. No, no, I have to get some watermelons to chill in the fridgeter. It’s so hot, eating chilled watermelon is the mostfortable."


    "Your bedding is so nice too? Why is it different from ours..."


    Finally, Joanna couldn’t help but speak up: "This is my own stuff. I’ve put away the Program Group’s."


    "No wonder." Porter, like a visitor to a museum, thoroughly nced her room, envy in his eyes, "You’ve really done a great job here, Joanna. I never would have guessed."


    Joanna blinked, puzzled: "Never would have guessed what?"


    Porter turned his head, looking at her with surprise: "Never would have guessed that your personal life skills are so strong. I thought you were the type of..."


    "A delicate well-breddy who can’t do anything?" Joanna smiled as she finished his sentence.


    Porter alsoughed: "Yeah, I thought you were a girl who keeps her hands clean."