Just as they were about to push him onto the stage to begin the ceremony, I suddenly spoke up, "Wait."
"Uncle Jayson, I, Marylin Graham, won't marry a useless man. You stripped him of his position—how is he supposed to support me?"
Mr. Calderon froze, "The Graham Family isn't short on money either..."
"The Graham Family is more wealthy than the Calderon Family. What does it have to do with Jayson? He's marrying a wife, not becoming a son-in-law."
I stepped around him and stood beside Jayson, sizing him up. "Besides, if I'm condescending myself to marry your foster brother, shouldn't you offer me a dowry higher than what you gave Darrick?”
“Otherwise, why should I lower myself? You don't seriously think Calderon's surname can be used as currency, do you?"
Darrick’s father's expression darkened, his hands rubbing anxiously at his palms. "What compensation does Miss Graham require? Name it. If it's within my power, I'll grant it."
"After marriage, Jayson will be my husband. Hand over that three hundred million project for him to manage."
"Also, Darrick publicly humiliated me. Have him and Myra roll out of the company together—never to return."