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.

of enemies in the social circles, but with th Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there wer

neither cringing nor arrogant, showed no sign of humiliation.

a wad of bills at him. “Take th money and

quickly scanned the cash; it was several thousand, at least. It could keep him

picked up the bills one by one.

fell silent.

humiliated Jonathan was seething with frustration.

high heels clicking on the floor approached. When the man

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

within a few

the money

him up. “Take Mr. Metzger

escorted

The man’s tone

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

with fear. “Ms. Joyner,

snorted. “Consider whatever foot stepped

turned pale. “Ophelia!”