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.

Now, in his downfall, there wer plenty who wanted to step on him. But seeing Jonathan so humbled

nor arrogant, showed no

and threw a wad of bills at him. “Take

thousand, at least. It could keep him fed

he picked up the bills one by

fell silent.

Jonathan

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

continued picking up the money until the last bill was stepped on. He reached out, gently nudging. “Excuse me, could you move your

Ophelia couldn’t believe that within a few days, Jonathan

the

pulled him up. “Take Mr. Metzger to the hospital.”

escorted

here?” The man’s tone was now

may have had a falling 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 this?” Ophelia despised

with fear. “Ms. Joyner, we were

snorted. “Consider whatever foot stepped on

man’s face turned pale. “Ophelia!”