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

cringing nor arrogant, showed

hand, and threw a wad of bills at him. “Take

was several thousand, at least. It could keep him fed for a

on his hands, he picked

room fell silent.

humiliated Jonathan was seething with frustration.

clicking on the floor approached. When the man saw her, his

picking up the money until the last bill was stepped on. He

few days, Jonathan had

on the money tightened.

pulled him up. “Take Mr. Metzger to the

escorted Jonathan out.

brings you here?” The man’s tone

only son. Aren’t you afraid they might come

reach, was struck with fear. “Ms.

whatever foot stepped on him, broken.”

turned pale. “Ophelia!”