I dropped her bag but a part of me felt the urge to check it again.

I opened the purse again and when I checked the first layer, I frowned.

Hidden in her purse was the passport that Tiffany accused me of stealing.

"Bitch," I cussed and slipped the passport into my pocket.

I walked closer to the both of them and dragged Gladys up. She was stinking from too much alcohol and I couldn't stop her from whining.

I sighed at the thoughts of things going wrong. If Massimo ever got hold of us, he would do crazy things and I couldn't afford to let that happen.

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