I went to the closet and dug for a wallet that I'd bought a few weeks ago. Dylan was still downstairs, so that allowed me time to fix things without attracting attention.
Dylan never really hid his money whenever he was around me. I never doubted he was wealthy—his mansion simply costing more than six figures.
But whenever he needed a big amount of money for anything and couldn't wait to get it from the bank, he would get it from several stashes he had around the house.
Dylan kept a load of money on the bottom drawer we had in the closet. As I opened it, I saw plenty of wads with bills of either $100 or $20. I didn't exactly know how much money was in there, but it was obvious it was a lot.
The drawer was full to the top with money, and only a few wads were missing. I grabbed three
