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.

Sandwith, the manager of a Lamborghini car dealership, kneeling before a man who came on an electric scooter? Didn’t he ask the security guard to kick this man out earlier? Why is he on

The voluptuous sales assistants rushed over to him

gotten the wrong person. This man who came on an

he’s dirt poor, unlike Mr.

ladies pouted, refusing to

figures

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

f*ck up!” Oliver hollered, his

a bunch of idiots. Can’t they see I’m in trouble? Why

him had realized that the man who he nearly kicked out earlier was the

Goldstein is the only man I’ve tried to kick out today. Thus, he must be the Mr. Goldstein I’ve been waiting for the entire

disrespecting you. It was all my fault!” Oliver apologized before

a fresh slap mark appeared

icily at the sight of Oliver slapping himself continuously on his knees. “If Harrison hadn’t

glaring at him. It was obvious Oliver wasn’t going to let

to come!” After saying that, Oliver scrambled to get his phone. Right when he was

in the car

to waste his time

of the car dealership, Harrison,

he refused to

person would retaliate

Goldstein. Please spare me!” Oliver begged, his legs buckling under the pressure. His initially fair cheeks had turned crimson red and

banging his head on the ground

he

heart was hammering in his chest, pummeling in his temples as he continued banging his head. Soon, blood

assistants parted their lips at the