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.

kneeling before a man who came on an electric scooter? Didn’t he ask the

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

came

he’s dirt poor, unlike

pouted, refusing

figures in this line

shabbily like Jonathan and came to their car

Oliver hollered,

they see I’m in trouble? Why are

had realized that the man who he nearly kicked

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

was all my fault!” Oliver apologized before he

slap mark appeared

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

Oliver had been glaring at him. It was obvious

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

the car dealership were merely a

be bothered to waste

of the car dealership,

he

retaliate when being driven up

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

jaw tightened as he began banging his head on the ground to beg

sorry, Mr. Goldstein!” he expressed

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

parted their lips at the appalling

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