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.

the social circles, but with th Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall,

nor arrogant, showed no sign

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

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

he picked up

room fell silent.

man who had humiliated Jonathan was seething with frustration.

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

money until the last bill was stepped on. He

believe that within a few days, Jonathan had

on the money tightened.

him up. “Take Mr. Metzger to the

secretary escorted Jonathan out.

The man’s tone was

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

with fear. “Ms. Joyner, we were

“Consider whatever foot stepped on

face turned