The Legendary Man Novel Chapter 32
The Legendary Man
Chapter 32 I Am Sorry Jonathan Goldstein!
Join Telegram Group For Fast update and Novel Query Kingstone couldnât even carry on with the conversation as his lips started twitching against his will.
Overwhelmed by distress, he murmured to himself, âI-Itâs him! H-He has finally returned!â
âMr. Warhol, what are you talking about? Whoâs the man weâre talking about?â Randall was hopelessly muddled by Kingstoneâs response.
âItâs none of your business!â Kingstone returned to his usual self in a few seconds. He added, âRandall, Iâm not going to repeat myself anymore! I want you to listen to him and carry out his instructions as absurd as it might be! If you dare defy him, youâre the one Iâm taking out next!â
Kingstone had made himself clear he wouldnât allow others to challenge his authority as the governor of Jazona.
âY-Yes, Mr. Warhol!â Randall couldnât stop his heart from racing the moment he turned around and found out the young man was someone capable of turning his life upside down.
As a result of his arrogant speech a few minutes ago, he had a hard time stopping himself from shaking.
What have I done? It turns out this young man isnât merely a nobody from Jadeborough, trying to get his way through his acquaintance with the King of War! Thereâs no way someone from the streets can intimidate the freaking governor!
âH-Hand Mr. Goldstein the phone!â Kingstone stammered when he brought up another instruction. It was evident he was startled by the thought of engaging himself in a conversation with Jonathan.
âYes!â
Randall was afraid of wasting the young manâs time. He returned to Jonathan and mentioned in a hushed voice, âMr. Goldstein, Mr. Warhol wishes to speak with you.â
Others couldnât hear him since his volume was almost inaudible. On the other hand, Jonathan said, âI donât have time for him!â
âMr. Goldsteinââ
Just when Randall was about to say something, Jonathan responded with a frown, âHmm?â
The former immediately kept his mouth shut.
He had to make something up in fear of offending the governor on the other end of the call. No one in Jazona had the guts to answer Kingstone in a similar manner. âM-Mr. Warhol, Mr. Goldstein is occupied with something else at the moment.â
Instead of losing his cool, Kingstone responded, âKindly express my utmost apologies for bringing up such an unreasonable request. Assure him Iâll be there in an hour to meet him in person.â
Randall felt his legs turning to jelly because Jonathan turned out to be an accomplished figure beyond his comprehension.
What the hell? Is he seriously coming here just to meet the young man in person? Why is he in such a hurry when the young man didnât even bother to answer his call?
âTell him that wonât be necessary because I donât have time for him,â Jonathan got ahead of Randall and broke the silence before Randall could deliver the message on Kingstoneâs behalf.
It wasnât even necessary for Randall to deliver Kingstoneâs message due to Jonathanâs exceptional senses.
âY-Yes, Mr. Goldstein!â Randall answered with bated breath as Kingstone went dead silent once he heard Jonathanâs words.
A few seconds later, Kingstone answered in a defeated tone, âAll right.â
Shortly after Kingstone wrapped up the call and hung up the phone, Randall secretly gulped while turning around.
âYou have three minutes left,â Jonathan announced when Randall was about to say something.
âYes, Mr. Goldstein! Iâll get going at once!â Afraid of offending the young man, Randall brought himself up and looked at Anderson.
It was a waste of time to be courteous with the Blackwood family since Kingstone had given up on them as well. As a result, he yelled, âIâll give you three minutes to evacuate with the rest of your family!
I donât want you to set foot in Jadeborough anymore! Three minutes later, Iâll do you a favor and send all of you out with as many stretchers as I need!â
Anderson found out Kingstone must have told Randall something. In an attempt to figure out the content of their conversation, he asked, âM-Mr. Swindell, can you tell me what Mr. Warhol has told you?â
âYou donât think you get to poke your nose into Mr. Warholâs business, do you? All you have to know is he has given up on you and your family!â
âItâs impossible! Heâll never give up on us!â Anderson started trembling. He tried stopping himself from falling with the support of his walking stick. Subsequently, he slurred, âW-We contributed more than a billion on a yearlyââ
âYou need to mind your words! If not, Iâm afraid itâs time for you to leave Jazona instead of Jadeborough!â Randall finished with a stern look.
âNo! Iâm sure thereâs some sort of misunderstanding! Allow me to call him again!â Anderson lost his cool and reached for his phone once more. Sad to say, the person on the other end hung up the moment the call made it through.
In the end, the person on the other end blocked Andersonâs contact number to stop him from contacting him.
Anderson dropped his phone and lost himself in a train of thought to link the missing pieces of puzzles together.
âYou have two minutes left!â Randall scowled at Anderson.
He wasnât sympathetic toward the family at all. It was time for Anderson to bear the consequences of messing with the wrong person.
Unable to fathom the things going on, Anderson asked in a final attempt to sort out his confusion, âMr.
Swindell, can you tell me the identity of Mr. Goldstein?â
Who the hell is Jonathan? How has he managed to intimidate Kingstone and get the powerful governor to give up on us?
âWill you learn to read the mood and stop asking questions?â Unaware of Jonathanâs actual identity, Randall made something up to divert Andersonâs attention.
âA-All right!â
Anderson stopped retaliating and marched in Jonathanâs direction after taking a deep breath to get himself ready for the upcoming session.
When everyone thought Anderson would start beating Jonathan up with his walking stick, they saw Anderson casting everything aside, prostrating himself in front of Jonathan.
âIâm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein! Can you please forgive this foolish one for offending you? I wasnât aware of your identity! It was never my intention to pick on you! Please be merciful and spare the rest of my family!â