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.

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

nudged Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his

are something else,

them were Yancey's friends. They had spent years mocking Grace, and Yancey had never

a stunning woman so obsessed

him, she was just a pathetic mess.

While they had money, those bottles

she's quite

Grace had

won't go back on

hated her to no end. He couldn't wait for her to make a fool

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

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

was the family's favorite. Grace was nothing

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

Grace didn't look even tipsy, and it looked like she could down a few more bottles. Three million dollars had gone up in smoke just like that. Even if

noisy room fell silent. Afraid that Sloan would be left in

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

fourth bottle

on, drop the act. You came here for Yancey, didn't you? I gotta say, your tactics are getting bolder. At least now everyone

fifth bottle, and

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

glass between her fingers and focused her gaze

afford to pay, maybe

fury. He had never been humiliated like that

is exactly why