The Legendary Man

Chapter 46 Grovel At His Feet

“Don’t call me that! I’m not your boss!” Harrison roared once the call was connected. “How dare you kick Mr. Goldstein out of my store?” Fury was evident in his voice.

“I kicked Mr. Goldstein out?” Oliver paled at his words.

I didn’t even see Mr. Goldstein today! How could I have kicked him out?

“Boss, Mr. Goldstein is here?” Oliver glanced around frantically, trying to find out if he was here.

The only person in the store was that man who came on an electric scooter.

“Of course!” Harrison barked furiously. “I’ll give you one minute to either apologize to Mr. Goldstein or chop off your limbs and jump into Goda River to redeem yourself! If Mr. Goldstein leaves our store before I arrive, I’ll take your life personally!”

He then cut the line abruptly.

Oliver felt his vision turn black when he realized Harrison had just hung up on him.

“M-Mr. Sandwith, what’s wrong?” the female sales assistants gathered around him and asked in concern.

“Move aside! Get out of my way!”

He pushed them away impatiently and caught up to Jonathan.

“Are you stopping me from leaving?” Jonathan demanded when Oliver appeared before him, panting heavily.

“N-No! Listen to me, Mr. Goldstein…”

Without warning, Oliver fell to his knees before Jonathan. It was a shocking sight to everyone in the store.

a man who came on an electric scooter? Didn’t he ask the security guard

to him and questioned in a frantic

must’ve gotten the wrong person. This man who came on an electric scooter is definitely not Mr. Goldstein!” another chimed

dirt poor, unlike Mr.

ladies pouted, refusing to

many influential figures in this

big shots they served had dressed shabbily like Jonathan

Oliver hollered, his face

bunch of idiots. Can’t they see I’m in trouble? Why are they adding fuel to fire

the man who he nearly kicked

I’ve offended the big shot. Jonathan Goldstein is the only man I’ve tried to kick out today. Thus, he must be the Mr. Goldstein

forgive me for disrespecting you. It was all my fault!” Oliver

fresh slap

dog!” Jonathan declared icily at the sight of Oliver slapping himself continuously on his knees. “If Harrison hadn’t called you personally, I don’t think

Oliver had been glaring at him.

for my rash action. I’ll call the police and tell them not to come!” After saying that, Oliver scrambled to get

his eyes, the employees in the car

couldn’t be bothered to waste

the owner of the car

provoking him, he

nicest person would retaliate when

begged, his legs buckling under the pressure. His initially fair cheeks had turned

began banging his head on

sorry, Mr. Goldstein!” he expressed

as he continued banging his head. Soon, blood began trickling

assistants parted their lips at the