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.

now, they were very interested in watching her make

Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his

are something else, aren't

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

having a stunning woman so obsessed with him made him look

only felt disgust. No matter how pretty, to him, she was just a pathetic mess. "Grace, we'll open as many bottles

wanted to stop him. While they had money, those bottles were a million dollars

quite

finish his warning, Grace had popped open

back on

He couldn't wait for her to make a fool out of herself

start drinking. Grace,

tomorrow's headline after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some

Alice was the family's favorite. Grace was nothing but

brim, then downed the first bottle. She then proceeded

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

room fell silent. Afraid that Sloan would be left in an awkward spot, someone tugged at Yancey's sleeve, urging him to

Grace a warning glare. "That's enough.

her fourth bottle and smiled. "And

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

the fifth bottle, and Sloan's

her wrist. "That's enough. Do you really want to

fingers and focused her gaze on

can't afford to pay, maybe

reddened with fury. He had never

why Yancey doesn't want