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.

but with th Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there wer plenty who wanted to step on him. But seeing Jonathan so humbled didn’t bring the satisfaction he had expected.

nor arrogant, showed no

dull, let go of Jonathan’s hand, and threw a wad of bills at him. “Take th money and get out!”

cash; it was several thousand, at least. It could

hands, he picked up the bills

fell

Jonathan was seething

heels clicking on the floor approached. When the man

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

few

on the money tightened.

him up. “Take Mr. Metzger to the

secretary escorted

Joyner, what brings you here?” The

Aren’t you afraid they might come after you for bullying him like this?”

man, remembering Mrs. Metzger’s reach, was struck with fear. “Ms.

foot stepped

face turned pale. “Ophelia!”