The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 952

“Mr. Metzger, what are you standing there for? Pick it up!” The man looked at him with disdain.

Wasn’t Jonathan just riding on the coat-tails of the Metzger family to make it big? Without the Metzgers’ backing, what was he worth?

Jonathan’s face burned with humiliation. It took a moment, but he stepped forward and crouched down..

“Ah…”

His hand was cruelly stepped on, the shards piercing his skin, blood flowing freely.

Jonathan let out a pained gasp.

The man laughed wildly. “Oops, sorry, Mr. Metzger, my bad. I didn’t see your hand there.”

Jonathan knew it was intentional.

Before, he wouldn’t have tolerated such insult. But now, without this job, he had nothing better.

He bore the pain, his voice hoarse. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have angered you.”

The man paused.

the social circles, but with th Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his

showed no sign

go of Jonathan’s hand, and threw a wad of bills at him. “Take th money

least.

picked up the

room fell

humiliated Jonathan was

sound of high heels clicking on the floor approached. When

money until the last bill was stepped on. He reached out, gently nudging. “Excuse me, could you move your

couldn’t believe that within a few days,

grip on the

pulled him up. “Take Mr. Metzger to the

escorted Jonathan out.

what brings you here?” The man’s

out with the Metzger family, but he’s still their only son. Aren’t you afraid they might come after you for bullying him like this?”

reach, was struck with fear. “Ms. Joyner, we were just… joking with Mr. Metzger…”

foot

turned pale. “Ophelia!”