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.

dealership, kneeling before a man who came on an electric scooter? Didn’t he ask the security guard to kick this man out earlier?

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

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

he’s dirt poor, unlike

pouted, refusing to believe

figures in

big shots they served had dressed shabbily like Jonathan and came to

f*ck up!” Oliver hollered,

they see I’m in trouble? Why are they adding fuel to

had realized that the man who he nearly kicked out

offended the big shot. Jonathan Goldstein is the only man I’ve tried to kick out

me for disrespecting you. It was all my

once, a fresh slap mark

a 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

leave, Oliver had been glaring at him.

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

the car

bothered to waste his

the car

kept provoking him, he refused to

retaliate

buckling under the pressure. His initially fair cheeks had turned crimson red and swollen

tightened as he began banging his

sorry, Mr. Goldstein!” he expressed his remorse

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

parted their lips at the