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.

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

cringing nor arrogant, showed no sign of humiliation.

found it dull, let go of Jonathan’s hand, and threw a wad of bills

was several thousand, at least. It could keep him fed for a long

picked up

fell silent.

man who had humiliated Jonathan was

floor approached. When

He reached out, gently nudging. “Excuse me, could you move

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few days,

grip on the money tightened.

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

escorted Jonathan out.

here?” The man’s tone was now

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

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

snorted. “Consider whatever foot stepped

turned pale.

might just have to call your

with a roar of anger, he commanded,