Regret Came Too Late

For a moment, the room fell silent. Then, laughter erupted.

"Damn, Yancey, you really called it."

Yancey hadn't brought Alice tonight. Instead, he had a hostess by his side.

Men had a certain pack mentality-everyone here had invited a hostess. Not having one would have made him look out of place and reduced his credibility.

So, one should never believe a man's claim that he was the only one who restrained himself when all his friends did it. Men would never want to be the odd one out.

When Yancey saw Grace, a flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes before settling into a smug expression.

He frowned deeply as he set down his glass.

"Grace, don't you ever get tired?"

She had already caused a scene here several times in the past, and now she was even dressing up as a staff member. Each time, she just made herself look even more pathetic.

Grace bowed slightly, picked up the most expensive bottle of Romanée-Conti, and flashed a polite smile.

"Who ordered this? Would you like me to open it?"

She had heard their conversation from outside, and her heart ached.

But when she stepped in and saw this group of spoiled, rich young men, she

realized they were nothing but walking money bags.

She could make enough tonight to cover that hundred-thousand-dollar debt. That bottle alone was worth a million dollars.

these men were strapped for cash, and right now, they were very interested

with his elbow, his gaze

are

friends. They had spent years mocking Grace, and

having a stunning woman so

she was just a pathetic mess. "Grace, we'll open as many bottles as you can

to stop him. While they had money, those bottles were

she's quite

warning, Grace

You won't go back on your

end. He couldn't wait for her to make a fool out of herself in her drunken

smirk and said, "Yes, it's a deal. Go ahead and start drinking. Grace, don't say I didn't warn you. Yancey doesn't like you. Everyone in this

up in tomorrow's headline after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger, no one here's going to clean up your

family's favorite.

brim, then downed the first bottle. She then proceeded with the second bottle,

shifting in his seat uncomfortably. Grace didn't look even tipsy, and it looked like she could down a few more bottles. Three million dollars

be left in an awkward spot,

a warning glare. "That's enough. Stop embarrassing

fourth bottle and smiled.

that, someone immediately sneered, "Come on, drop the act. You came here for Yancey, didn't you? I gotta

bottle, and Sloan's expression

wrist. "That's enough. Do

the glass between her fingers and focused her gaze on

pay, maybe someone else can

He had never been humiliated

why