“This is Mr. Craig’s bedroom. Have a good rest, ma’am.”
The young maid left before I could thank her. She seemed afraid of me. She didn’t dare to look at my face when I was talking to her. She kept her head down while wringing her hands.
Well, I didn't have time to worry about her when I had to worry about myself.
I stepped into my new bedroom, which was very big and magnificent. I didn’t need to doubt his wealth because being a Don would obviously give him a lot of money. But on the other hand, it made me think about where the money came from. What did he do to be able to have a three-story house with a very large yard, a giant iron gate, a fountain in front of the main door, and a room as magnificent as this. That didn’t include his beach house, his luxury cars, and his other assets.
