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.

circles, but with th Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there wer plenty who

neither cringing nor arrogant, showed

found it dull, let go of Jonathan’s hand, and threw a wad of bills at him. “Take th money and get

least. It could keep

on his hands, he picked up the

fell silent.

Jonathan was seething

When the

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

that within a few days,

the money

pulled him up.

escorted

The man’s tone

he’s still their only son. Aren’t you afraid they might come after you for bullying him like this?” Ophelia despised their bullying

remembering Mrs. Metzger’s reach, was struck with fear. “Ms.

whatever foot stepped on him,

turned pale. “Ophelia!”