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.

few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there

showed no sign of

a wad of

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

hands, he picked up

room fell

humiliated Jonathan was seething with

of high heels clicking on the floor approached. When the

stepped on. He reached out, gently nudging. “Excuse me, could

that within a few days, Jonathan had fallen this

the money tightened.

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

secretary escorted Jonathan

brings you here?” The man’s

but he’s still their only son. Aren’t you afraid they might come after you for bullying him like this?” Ophelia despised

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

“Consider whatever foot stepped on him,

man’s face turned pale.