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.

had made plenty of enemies in the social circles, but with th Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in

arrogant, showed no sign

and threw a wad of bills

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

hands, he picked up the bills one by one.

fell

humiliated Jonathan was

of high heels clicking on the floor approached. When the man

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

believe that within a few days, Jonathan had

on the money tightened.

up. “Take Mr.

escorted Jonathan

what brings you here?” The man’s

Metzger family, but he’s still their only son. Aren’t you afraid they might

remembering Mrs. Metzger’s reach, was struck with fear. “Ms. Joyner, we were just… joking with Mr.

“Consider whatever foot

face turned pale.