The Heir's Secret Bride



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

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

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 take out a large sum of money to Scott and Valda and let them enjoy themselves. This is what a daughter should do. If Byron isn't even willing to spend money on you, why do you have with him?" This was a complete drive to sow discord.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Scott and Valda looked like they agreed.

Maeve was about to say something when she heard Byron ask in return, "Really? Why don't we make a bet?"

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

Jeff laughed so loudly that Maeve clenched her fists. She really wanted to beat him up for Byron.

'So what if he's rich? Without the Graves family, he is nothing! A profligate son who only knew how to squander his family's wealth was not worthy of being compared to 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 fork out now, I can surpass you."

Hearing Byron's words, Jeff laughed even louder.

"Maeve, has your husband lost his mind? He said that his funds can surpass mine?" Jeff said.

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

Scott could not hold it in anymore. He reprimanded Maeve in a low voice, "Control your husband. Don't let him fool around!" Maeve pursed her lips and said, "My husband is hard-working. He's reliable and I believe in him."

The words "my husband" made Byron suddenly look up.

A faint smile appeared in Byron's eyes. Then, he looked at Jeff with a sharp gaze. "Why? You don't dare to bet?" he asked.

Jeff was shocked by Byron's oppressive gaze.

When he came back to his senses, he found it funny. How could he be afraid of a driver?

"So be it. I've never been afraid of anyone!" Jeff said fiercely. "If I win, you'll have to get out of here on your knees later. Do you dare?" Byron's thin lips curled up slightly. "If I win, if you dare to harass my wife again in the future, I'll break your arm every time I see you."

It was as if a gust of cold wind had blown through the dining room.

Maeve looked at Byron's cold side profile and was stunned. Her heart suddenly beat uncontrollably fast, and even her fingertips were numb. Scott could not help but shuddered.

Jeff's face contorted for a moment. He immediately took out his phone, preparing to teach Byron a lesson.

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

Maeve remembered that Byron had just bought a new car and a bunch of furniture. He probably did not have much savings left.

She lowered her voice and leaned closer to Byron, saying, "I have more money. Just use mine later. It doesn't matter even if we lose. We'll just leave. It's not embarrassing to go back on our word. Anyway, we didn't swear!" 'There's no need to be honest with people like Jeff!' Maeve thought.

Byron stared at her nervous expression and could not help but smile.

"I won't bully you. I'll use the account with the least amount to compete with you," Jeff said arrogantly.

Then, he opened the app of his bank card and entered the password to pull out the page of the account balance. He threw it in front of Byron and Maeve without looking.

"How is it? Do you admit defeat?" he asked.

Maeve leaned over nervously to take a look, then burst out laughing.

"4 dollars? Your balance seems to be only enough to buy a cup of drink, right?" Maeve said.

Byron raised his eyebrows slightly and agreed with her for once. "He's indeed rich. At the very least, he can buy a cup of drink."

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

He took back his phone and saw that the balance on his account was only 4 dollars.

'What the hell?' Jeff thought.

Jeff's face darkened. "Let me change one!" With that, he began to operate.

Maeve was instantly dissatisfied. "You were the one who said that you would use this account to compete. How dare you go back on your word?"

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

Jeff stared at the phone, unable to hear their words.

He checked the balance of a few accounts in a row. In the end, the account with the most money only had several hundred dollars.

'How is this possible!' Jeff thought.

Jeff immediately called Wallace's assistant and asked if he had not transferred money to his account in the past few months. Otherwise, why would he have no money?

The assistant on the other end said, "Mr. Graves. You don't have Graves Group shares, so your monthly dividends are naturally gone."

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

"Mr. Graves has instructed that you can only receive 2000 dollars as pocket money every month," the assistant said.

Jeff smashed his phone on the spot in anger. '2000 dollars? What the fuck?'

Jeff's assets had shrunk significantly since the last time he gambled with Ray.

However, he was used to being extravagant. He had never thought that he would not have enough money to spend.

He would never have thought that Wallace would be so heartless as to cut off his source of income.

Jeff was not as capable as his eldest brother, Nestor, who knew how to invest or do business himself. He could only rely on his family's money.

Hence, he could not even gather 4000 dollars.

If he hadn't bought flowers and gifts to harass Maeve previously, he might have been able to have more money left.

Jeff did not expect such an outcome. He did not leave the dining room either, so everyone heard the assistant's words.

Scott and Valda were also shocked.

'Wallace was so cruel to Jeff this time. 2000 dollars per month... It's not enough for Jeff to spend. How could he give us money? It seems that he had been given up by Wallace,' they thought.

In a short moment, Scott and Valda weighed their gains and losses and realized that Jeff might not be as rich as Byron.

Maeve did not care how ugly Jeff's expression was. She said directly, "Jeff, do you still want to continue competing? You can sum all the money in your account to compete with my husband." Jeff looked at her gloomily. "Don't be smug. As soon as I'm in the Graves family a day, I'm a hundred times better than your husband!"