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.

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

nudged Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his gaze

those legs are something else,

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

having a stunning woman so obsessed with him made

No matter how pretty, to him, she was just a

wanted to stop him. While they had money, those bottles

quite

warning, Grace had popped open

back on your

wait for her to

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

you 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

the family's favorite. Grace was

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

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 in smoke just like that. Even if they were rich, they couldn't

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

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

fourth bottle and

moment she said that, someone immediately sneered, "Come on, drop the act. You came here for Yancey, didn't you? I gotta

opened the fifth bottle, and

up and grabbed her wrist. "That's enough. Do you

her fingers

to pay, maybe someone else can help you

He had never been humiliated like that

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