Andrew sat down in his study, looking at the pictures of the explosion that happened at the warehouse where his ex-father-in-law was keeping the illegal drugs he wanted to sell.An evil smile played on his face because, as he said before, he wanted to make sure they would suffer and wonder when it would ever end, but there would be no end. They would continue to suffer until he made sure that they were broken and useless.“Just as you planned, the warehouse was destroyed, and the drugs were destroyed with it. And somebody tipped off the mafia boss, Mr. Tim, to tell him that the warehouse where his drugs were kept was destroyed. I am very sure he will not be lenient on Mr. Nelson,” his secretary, who was standing beside him, informed him of what had happened recently.Andrew nodded in happiness. This was exactly what he wanted to hear.“That is good. That is all I want to hear. If he would mess with me, I will show him that I am not someone who he can easily hurt and get away with it,”

Andrew was in the passenger seat driving back home when they called his secretary and informed him that they had found the maid, and she was still holding the evidence. The men who caught her were interrogating her because they believed she was going to sell it to someone.“Tell them we will be there,” Andrew said, looking ahead.The driver sped up to get to the destination where they were holding the maid.Andrew has finally understood that with money, you can make anything happen because a few minutes ago, he just said he wanted to find the woman and put out money there, and they found her.He understood that money was the best thing he needed to get revenge on his ex-in-laws.He also understands that if he had had money, his wife would not have died."Money is a bitch!" He muttered underneath his breath.He secretary who was sitting beside him turned around and looked at him a while and then looked away.Yes such a strange man.When Andrew arrived at the destination, it was an aba

Mr. Nelson decided to call on people to give him money, and he decided to let him ask all the banks. So, he decided this was not something to talk about over the phone, so he took his car keys and left his office to go to another bank. Making a call to the bank was not really how they gave you the loan. You had to come, sign signatures and orders. The main reason why he called the bank manager now was because he could easily get a loan from his house from this bank manager because they were very close friends, but since it did not work, he had to go to other places.Mr. Nelson left Paul in his office so that Paul could look through all their contacts he could call, and Mr. Nelson went to a bank where he had taken a loan before. He met with a bank manager, and they sat down. He told the bank manager why he came, and the bank manager sighed and removed his glasses and dropped them on the table.“I am very sorry, but we do not have any loan to give out at this moment,” the bank manager t

The next time Mr. Nelson woke up, he was in the hospital bed, and his son was beside him, angrily talking to someone on the phone. His eyes opened, and he slowly sat up. His son noticed him, ended the call, and rushed to his bedside.“Dad, are you okay?” his son, Paul, asked him as he helped him sit up.Mr. Nelson exhaled and looked around the room.“Give me my phone. What is going on?” Mr. Nelson asked Paul because he saw that Paul was with his phone.Paul was hesitant to give his father back the phone because he knew that the only thing his father would receive now was bad news, and he did not want it to affect his father’s health right now because he was in a very terrible position.“I think you should just rest. Later, you can take your phone,” Paul told his father.Mr. Nelson shook his head. He was not having it. He needed to know what was going on, so he stretched out his hand, and Paul had to reluctantly give his father the phone.When Mr. Nelson took the phone, he took a deep

The mafia boss decided that he was not going to do anything yet and give Mr Nelson sometime, so that he can see if he can come up with the money, so he did not call him again.Mr. Nelson was sitting in his office, looking at his phone. He had been staring at the same number for almost five minutes because he knew that once he called Mr. Tim, there was no going back.He has tried to get money that he will use and give him back, but he needs more than just one week. He needs a lot of time, maybe a month or two.He picked up the phone and finally dialled his number.The phone rang a few times before Mr. Tim answered.“What do you want?” Mr. Tim asked immediately.“Mr. Tim, please, I need to talk to you,” Mr. Nelson said, sitting up straight.“I am listening.” He replied. Mr. Nelson took a deep breath.“I am very sorry, but I need you to give me some grace. The money I promised to send to you can not be sent.” Mr Nelson told him because he has asked his friends and a lot of people and th