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

elbow, his gaze flicking

legs are something

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

so obsessed with him made him look

was just a pathetic mess. "Grace,

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

quite

warning, Grace had popped open

back on your word,

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

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

end up in tomorrow's headline after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger, no one

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

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

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

Sloan would be left in an awkward spot, someone tugged at Yancey's sleeve, urging

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

fourth bottle

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

the fifth bottle, and Sloan's expression darkened

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

her fingers

can't afford to pay, maybe someone else can help you

He had

this unreasonable behavior of yours is exactly why Yancey doesn't want you. You're nothing compared to