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.

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

Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his gaze

are

Yancey's friends. They had spent years mocking Grace, and

so obsessed with

matter how pretty, to him, she was just a pathetic mess. "Grace, we'll open

to stop him. While they had money, those bottles were a million dollars each. And with

quite the

warning, Grace had popped

back

her to make a fool out of

leaned back with a smirk and said, "Yes, it's a deal. Go ahead and start drinking.

end 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

Alice was the family's favorite. Grace was nothing

it to the brim, then downed the first bottle.

amused. Then, he started 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 had gone up

left in an awkward spot, someone tugged at Yancey's sleeve,

warning glare. "That's enough.

bottle and

said that, someone immediately sneered, "Come on, drop the act. You came here for Yancey, didn't you? I gotta say, your tactics are getting bolder. At least now everyone will

bottle, and

wrist. "That's enough. Do you

twirled the glass between her fingers and focused her gaze

afford to pay, maybe someone else can help you

fury. He had

unreasonable behavior of yours is exactly why Yancey doesn't want