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

showed no sign of

and threw a wad of bills at him. “Take th money and

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

hands, he picked up the

fell

who had humiliated Jonathan was seething

When

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

few days, Jonathan had fallen this low.

on the

Ophelia pulled him up.

escorted Jonathan

brings you here?” The man’s tone was now submissive.

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

Mrs. Metzger’s reach, was struck with fear.

snorted. “Consider whatever foot stepped

turned pale. “Ophelia!”