The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel 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.

Over the years, Jonathan had made plenty of enemies in the social circles, but with the Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there were plenty who wanted to step on him. But seeing Jonathan so humbled didn't bring the satisfaction he had expected.

Jonathan, neither cringing nor arrogant, showed no sign of humiliation.

The man found it dull, let go of Jonathan's hand, and threw a wad of bills at him. "Take the money and get out!"

Jonathan quickly scanned the cash; it was several thousand, at least. It could keep him fed for a long time.

Ignoring the blood on his hands, he picked up the bills one by one.

The room fell silent.

The man who had humiliated Jonathan was seething with frustration.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor approached. When the man saw her, his face twitched with fear.

Jonathan continued picking up the money until the last bill was stepped on. He reached out, gently nudging. "Excuse me, could you move your foot, please?"