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.

family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there wer plenty who

nor arrogant, showed no

Jonathan’s hand, and threw a wad of bills at

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

he picked up

room fell silent.

had humiliated Jonathan

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

picking up the money until the last bill was stepped on. He reached out, gently

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

grip on the money

next second, Ophelia pulled him up. “Take Mr. Metzger to the hospital.”

escorted Jonathan out.

you here?” The man’s tone was

only son. Aren’t you afraid they might come after you for bullying

struck with fear. “Ms. Joyner, we were just… joking with Mr.

snorted. “Consider whatever foot stepped on him, broken.”

turned