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.

him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there wer plenty who wanted to step on him. But seeing Jonathan so

neither cringing nor arrogant, showed no sign of

man found it dull, let go of Jonathan’s hand, and threw a wad

at least. It could keep

he picked up the bills one by

room fell silent.

who had humiliated Jonathan was seething with

high heels clicking on the floor approached. When the man saw her, his face twitched with

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

few days, Jonathan had fallen

grip on the money tightened.

up. “Take Mr. Metzger to the

secretary escorted Jonathan out.

brings you here?” The man’s

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

Metzger’s reach, was struck with fear.

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

face turned