My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2822 - 2832: So what if you married a rich husband!

Joanna Lawrence, Porter, and Kelvin arrived at the Ripple Pavilion by taxi.

Stepping out of the vehicle, they noticed a crowd gathered at the entrance. The leader among them, upon spotting Joanna, paused in surprise before his eyes showed clear shock.

All the others wore expressions of pure wonder too.

Joanna, accustomed to these kinds of responses, paid it no mind.

She trailed after Kelvin toward the doorway.

Right before they could step in, the man who had been gazing at her came forward and inquired politely, "Pardon me, are you Miss Joanna Lawrence?"

Joanna glanced up at him: "Yes, that's me. And who might you be?"

"Greetings, Miss Joanna. I'm Wally Bott, general manager of Ripple Pavilion, and I've been expecting you right here."

As he spoke, Mr. Bott stole another swift look at Joanna. In his thoughts, he again admired the vision of such breathtaking beauty.

He'd encountered plenty of gorgeous women in the past.

Ripple Pavilion was full of them.

Each one stunning in her own right.

Yet next to Mrs. Ashton Heath before him now, the beauties of Ripple Pavilion appeared faded and lackluster.

It was no surprise Ashton Heath and Frank Parker were so captivated by her.

Her beauty was extraordinary.

Even he felt his heart race while observing her.

In this era, women often looked more attractive in pictures than reality.

Photos could be edited, after all. A plain-looking woman might transform into a stunner with some editing.

But this marked the first time he'd met someone far more striking in person than in any photo.

Hearing Mr. Bott mention he'd waited at the door for her, Joanna felt no shock. With a nod, she replied, "Then please show us in, Mr. Bott."

Ashton Heath held shares in the venue, after all.

Thus, the preferential welcome made perfect sense to her.

While Joanna saw this courtesy as routine, Porter grew uneasy. He subtly pulled at her sleeve and whispered, "Why is the manager here treating you so deferentially? And waiting out front for us?"

"Are you some kind of VIP here? Even VIPs don't get the GM greeting them personally, do they? What's the story?"

Joanna turned to him, her lips curving faintly, "Mmm, you could call me a VIP customer, I suppose."

"Do VIPs get this level of service?" Porter clearly doubted it.

He'd visited upscale venues like this before.

He held VIP status at a few, yet never got such a reception.

"No, not really. It's because my husband has shares here. So I'm basically one of the 'Lady Bosses.'"

Porter: "..."

He knew it!

"So you're bringing Mr. Norman and me to your own spot? Joanna, is this really treating us?"

"Absolutely," Joanna gave him an eye roll, "You won't pay a dime. Plus, I had no clue until I reserved the room."

Porter: "You don't know your husband's business ventures?"

"I don't," Joanna shrugged casually, "He has too many to count. No way I remember them all."

Porter: "..."

Joanna seemed to be flaunting her status, though he couldn't prove it!

Big deal marrying into wealth!

What kind of flex is this? She's obviously teasing him on purpose!