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.

Now,

arrogant, showed

Jonathan’s hand, and threw a wad of bills at him. “Take th

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

the blood on his hands, he picked up the bills one

room fell silent.

humiliated Jonathan was seething with

on the floor approached. When the man saw her,

bill was stepped on. He reached out, gently nudging. “Excuse me, could you

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Chapter 952

a few days, Jonathan had fallen this

grip on the money

up. “Take Mr. Metzger to the hospital.”

secretary escorted Jonathan out.

what brings you here?” The man’s tone was

out with the Metzger family, but he’s still their only son. Aren’t you afraid they might come after you for bullying him like this?” Ophelia despised

struck with fear. “Ms. Joyner, we

snorted. “Consider whatever foot stepped on

face turned

turned cold. “Then I might just have to call your father.”

a roar of anger, he commanded, “What are you waiting