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.

Didn’t he ask the security guard to kick this man

doing?” The voluptuous sales assistants rushed over to him and questioned in a frantic manner,

gotten the wrong person. This man who came on an electric scooter is definitely

he’s dirt poor, unlike

refusing to

many influential figures in this line of

big shots they served had dressed shabbily like Jonathan and

f*ck up!” Oliver hollered, his face crimson

Can’t they see I’m in trouble? Why

a fool like him had realized that the man who he nearly kicked out earlier

tried to kick out today. Thus, he must be the Mr. Goldstein I’ve been waiting

all

once, a fresh slap

of Oliver slapping himself continuously on his knees. “If Harrison hadn’t called

was about to leave, Oliver had been glaring at him. It was obvious Oliver wasn’t going to let him go

that, Oliver scrambled to get his phone. Right when he was about to make the call, Jonathan shot him a withering look. “Isn’t it

the car

couldn’t be bothered to

the owner of the car dealership, Harrison, was insignificant

kept provoking him, he refused

retaliate when being driven up

under the pressure. His initially fair cheeks had

his head on the ground to

Goldstein!” he expressed

chest, pummeling in his temples as he continued banging his head. Soon, blood began trickling down his forehead, dripping onto

sales assistants parted their lips at