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.

Jonathan had made plenty of enemies in the social circles, but with th Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there wer plenty who wanted to step on him. But seeing Jonathan so humbled didn’t bring the satisfaction he had

showed no sign of

a wad of bills at him.

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

he picked up

fell

man who had humiliated Jonathan was

floor approached. When the man saw her, his face twitched with fear.

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

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

grip on the money

second, Ophelia pulled him up. “Take Mr. Metzger

escorted Jonathan out.

The man’s tone was now

only son. Aren’t

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

foot stepped

face turned pale.