My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1787 - 1780: With this kind of EQ, can you even be an artist?

Chapter 1787: Chapter 1780: With this kind of EQ, can you even be an artist?

"Alright." Giovanni was amused by her words, "Then you can reveal the result yourself, let’s see if your luck is as bad as always or you can be lucky this time."

Joanna didn’t tease and quickly opened the paper.

Giovanni immediately asked, "What’s your room number?"

"Room 6." Joanna showed the paper to Giovanni.

"Room 6?" Giovanni checked the paper, and there was indeed a number 6 written on it. He stared at it for a few seconds and then burst into laughter.

Joanna was baffled by his laughter and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s so funny, Giovanni?"

"You said you hardly ever get a ’free refill’ when you buy water, but it looks like you have pretty good luck. You just got the biggest and the best room."

Joanna blinked in surprise, "I got the biggest and the best room?"

"Yes, Room 6 is the biggest and the best room."

Joanna still couldn’t believe her luck, "Really? I’m actually this lucky?"

Giovanni nodded with a smile, "Yes, you are the lucky one today."

Several people around her looked at her with both envy and jealousy.

Especially Coco Wadsley, who was almost furious.

She had wanted to get the best room, but now Joanna got it!

Coco was already extremely annoyed with Joanna because of the Porter Rushbrook incident, and now seeing that Joanna got the room she wanted most, she felt even more uncomfortable.

She couldn’t help but say, "There must be some kind of trickery, how can she be so lucky? The last one to draw and she got the best room."

Giovanni’s face stiffened for a moment, and a flash of displeasure passed through his eyes.

Although he had heard her emotional intelligence wasn’t very high, he never expected it to be this low.

Could someone with this level of emotional intelligence really make it as an artist?

If it weren’t for her sugar daddy’s support, she probably wouldn’t even make it as a D-list celebrity.

Despite the unhappiness in his heart, Giovanni didn’t show it on his face and smiled, "That’s why it’s all about luck. Alright, now that everyone knows their room assignments, go back to your respective rooms and pack your bags."

"After you’re done packing, we’ll have dinner."

"Oh, right. There will be a bonfire party prepared by the Program Group for dinner, those who want to join can come. If you prefer to go out and find something to eat on your own, you’re welcome to do so. Just be back before 9 pm."

"By then, I will be taking attendance, so everyone understands, right?"

*

After explaining everything that needed to be said for the day, Giovanni left.

Joanna, dragging her suitcase, arrived at Room 6.

Once inside the room, she couldn’t help but exclaim to herself, "It really is the best room; it even has a TV and a refrigerator."

There were no electrical appliances in the other rooms.

Only Joanna’s room had more complete facilities.

Moreover, the bed in her room was bigger than those in other rooms. It was a two-meter-wide king-sized bed.

The other rooms were small, so they all had 1.2-meter wide beds.

For tall people like Porter Rushbrook and James Harold, sleeping in these beds would be a bit uncomfortable.

What’s more, Joanna’s room had a floor, though it looked like a cheap one. But it was the only room with a floor.