“You just had to mess with me, didn't you, Oliver?” Donald said coldly. He was no pushover. When angered, he would go all out to seek revenge.
“Why aren't you kneeling already?” Johnny kicked Oliver behind the knees, sending the latter tumbling to the floor on his knees.
Oliver finally came to his senses. “Donald-No, I mean, Mr. Campbell! Please forgive my ignorance. I'm so sorry to have offended you! Please give me another chance for the sake that we were high school classmates once!”
From where he was sitting, Donald said nothing and only looked at Oliver with cool indifference.
Johnny stepped forward. “My Lord, do you wish him dead?” he asked subserviently.
Oliver nearly wet his pants.
Though he was running a proper, respectful business, Johnny was not known for playing nice. Oliver had always been intimidated by the bearded man's ruthlessness. After all, one did not establish hegemony over the antique market simply by being kind-hearted.
If he decides to kill me, he will do it for sure! Oliver's mouth went dry at the thought.
He approached Johnny on his hands and knees, hugging the latter's leg, and started wailing. “No, Mr. Green, please! I'm begging you! I've worked for you for so many years... Surely that means something? You've got to take pity on me!”
Johnny kicked him aside. “What are you begging me for? Mr. Campbell is the one you should be begging for forgiveness!”
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