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 fool of

Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his gaze

are something

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

stunning woman so obsessed with him made him look

to him, she was just

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

she's quite

warning, Grace had

won't go back on

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

said, "Yes, it's a deal. Go ahead and start drinking. Grace, don't say I didn't warn you.

headline after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger, no one here's going to clean up your

the family's favorite. Grace was nothing but unwanted

tall glass, filling it to the brim, then downed the first

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 go on like

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

shot Grace a warning glare.

bottle

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

bottle, and Sloan's

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

between her fingers

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

face reddened with fury. He had never been humiliated

behavior of yours is exactly why Yancey doesn't want you. You're