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.

right now, they were very interested in watching her make a fool

elbow, his

legs are something else, aren't

friends. They had spent years mocking Grace, and

having a stunning woman so obsessed with him made him

him, she was just

money, those bottles were a million dollars

she's quite

he could finish his warning, Grace had popped

won't go back on your

wait for her to make a fool out of herself in her

ahead and start drinking. Grace, don't say I didn't warn you. Yancey doesn't like you. Everyone in

after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger,

Alice was the family's favorite. Grace was

filling it to the brim, then downed the

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 in

silent. Afraid that Sloan would be left in an awkward spot, someone tugged at Yancey's

scowled and shot Grace a warning glare. "That's

her fourth bottle and

the act. You came here for Yancey, didn't you? I gotta say, your tactics

bottle, and Sloan's

"That's enough. Do you really want to be the

fingers and focused

can't afford to pay, maybe

reddened with fury. He had never been

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