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.

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

showed

threw a wad

quickly scanned the cash; it was several thousand, at least. It could keep him fed

the blood on his hands, he picked up the bills

fell silent.

had humiliated Jonathan was seething

When

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

within a few days, Jonathan

grip on the

next second, Ophelia pulled him up. “Take Mr. Metzger to

secretary escorted Jonathan

brings you here?” The man’s tone was

may have had a falling out with the Metzger family, but he’s still their only son. Aren’t you afraid they might come after you for

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

foot

man’s face turned pale. “Ophelia!”