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.

family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there wer plenty

showed no

Jonathan’s hand, and threw a wad of bills at him. “Take th money and get out!”

cash; it was several thousand, at least. It

hands, he picked up the bills one by

room fell silent.

man who had humiliated Jonathan was seething with

approached. When the man saw her, his face

up the money until the last bill was stepped on. He reached out, gently nudging.

couldn’t believe that within a few days, Jonathan had fallen this low.

on the money tightened.

up. “Take Mr. Metzger

secretary escorted Jonathan out.

Joyner, what brings you here?” The man’s

son. Aren’t

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

whatever foot stepped on

turned pale. “Ophelia!”