Scott's face darkened. "What do you mean?" he said. "We've raised you for years. Don't you care about us?"

Valda grumbled, "I don't expect you to be filial anymore. You didn't even give us money. How could you be so heartless?"

Maeve calmly picked up some food for Byron and replied, "I don't have any extra money to give you."

Scott and Valda were stunned.

Jeff snorted. "Maeve, that's your fault. If you marry me, I'll give Scott and Valda a large sum of money so they can enjoy themselves. That's what a daughter should do. If Byron isn't even willing to spend money on you, why are you with him?" This was a blatant attempt to sow discord.

Scott and Valda seemed to agree.

Maeve was about to respond when Byron countered, "Really? Why don't we make a bet?"

Jeff's eyes filled with contempt. "You want to bet with me? Don't tell me you're betting on who's richer!"

Jeff's laughter was so loud that Maeve clenched her fists. She wanted to punch him for Byron's sake.

So what if he's rich? Without the Graves family, he's nothing! A profligate son who only squanders his family's wealth is no match for my diligent and motivated Byron! Maeve thought.

Byron glanced at Maeve's angry expression and smiled. "I bet that no matter how much money you can produce now, I can surpass you."

Jeff laughed even louder. "Maeve, has your husband lost his mind? He claims his funds can surpass mine?"

I'm from the Graves family. Even if I'm disinherited, I'm still rich! Why is Byron so confident? Jeff thought.

Scott could no longer contain himself. He reprimanded Maeve in a low voice, "Control your husband. Don't let him act foolishly!"

Maeve pursed her lips. "My husband is hardworking and reliable. I believe in him."

The words "my husband" made Byron look up.

A faint smile touched Byron's lips. He then looked at Jeff with a sharp gaze. "Why? You don't dare to bet?"

Jeff was momentarily shocked by Byron's intense stare. He then recovered, finding the situation humorous. How could he be afraid of a driver?

"Fine," Jeff said fiercely. "I've never been afraid of anyone! If I win, you'll have to get out of here on your knees. Do you dare?"

Byron's thin lips curled into a slight smile. "If I win, and you ever harass my wife again, I'll break your arm every time I see you."

A chilling silence fell over the dining room.

Maeve stared at Byron's cold profile, stunned. Her heart pounded uncontrollably, her fingertips numb. Scott shuddered.

Jeff's face contorted. He immediately pulled out his phone, intending to teach Byron a lesson.

I'll show Maeve how stupid she was to choose this man! Jeff thought.

Maeve remembered Byron's recent purchases—a new car and furniture—and guessed he had little savings left.

Leaning closer to Byron, she whispered, "I have more money. Use mine. It doesn't matter if we lose. We'll just leave. It's not embarrassing to go back on our word; we didn't make a sworn oath!" There's no need to be honest with people like Jeff! Maeve thought.

Byron stared at her nervous expression and smiled.

"I won't bully you. I'll use my account with the lowest balance," Jeff said arrogantly.

He opened his banking app, entered his password, and displayed his account balance. He tossed his phone in front of Byron and Maeve without looking. "Well? Do you admit defeat?"

Maeve leaned over nervously, then burst out laughing. "Four dollars? Your balance seems to be only enough for a cup of coffee, right?"

Byron raised an eyebrow in agreement. "He is rich. At least he can afford a cup of coffee."

Jeff was flustered by their mockery. He frowned. "What?"

He checked his phone. His account balance was indeed only four dollars.

What the hell? Jeff thought.

Jeff's face darkened. "Let me use a different account!" He began to check other accounts.

Maeve was immediately indignant. "You said you'd use this account. How dare you go back on your word?"

"It's fine. Let him," Byron said casually.

Jeff stared at his phone, oblivious to their words. He checked several accounts; the highest balance was only a few hundred dollars.

How is this possible? Jeff thought.

Jeff frantically called Wallace's assistant, inquiring about any untransferred funds. Why was he broke?

The assistant replied, "Mr. Graves, you don't own Graves Group shares, so your monthly dividends are gone."

"Then where's my monthly allowance?" Jeff demanded.

"Mr. Graves instructed that you receive only $2000 per month as pocket money," the assistant stated.

Jeff smashed his phone in anger. $2000? What the fuck?

Jeff's assets had shrunk drastically since his last gambling spree with Ray. He was accustomed to extravagance and hadn't considered the possibility of insufficient funds. He never imagined Wallace would cut off his income. Jeff lacked his older brother Nestor's business acumen and relied entirely on family money. He couldn't even muster $4000. His previous expenditures on harassing Maeve with gifts had exacerbated his financial woes.

The assistant's words were overheard by everyone present. Scott and Valda were shocked.

Wallace is ruthless. $2000 a month… not enough for Jeff. He's been cut off, they thought.

Scott and Valda quickly realized Jeff might be less wealthy than Byron.

Maeve ignored Jeff's furious expression. "Jeff, do you still want to continue? Use the total sum of money in your accounts."

Jeff glowered. "Don't be smug. As long as I'm part of the Graves family, I'm a hundred times better than your husband!"

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