Sasha remained silent for a while.
“Do you really think you can compete with Michael in that?” she asked, recalling what her father had said about his wealth.
“Of course! He owns a company, and I own a company. He runs a club, I run a club—what more is there?” Sasha shook her head, laughing.
“I think you’re still far off.”
“You think?” Sasha nodded her head.
“Mmmm, Michael is rich; I mean, disgustingly rich.”
“Can you mention how many properties he has?”
“To be honest, I don’t know.”
“Wow, didn’t he tell you?”
“He didn’t tell me what his favorite color is; do you think he’ll tell me how many properties he has?” She shook her head bitterly. “To Michael, I’m just a doormat to carry his name as his wife and Mrs. Brown to outsiders, not to him.” Craig let out a deep sigh.
“Don’t worr
