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

Sidler with his elbow, his gaze

are something

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

having a stunning woman so obsessed with him made him look

just a pathetic mess. "Grace, we'll open as many bottles as you can drink

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

she's quite the

Grace had popped open

go back on your

He couldn't wait for her

leaned back with a smirk and said, "Yes, it's a deal. Go ahead and start drinking. Grace, don't say I didn't warn you. Yancey doesn't like you. Everyone in this

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

favorite. Grace was nothing but unwanted

glass, filling it to the brim, then downed the first bottle. She then proceeded with the second bottle,

started shifting 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

that Sloan would be left in an awkward spot,

Grace a warning

her fourth bottle and smiled. "And

here for Yancey, didn't you? I gotta say, your tactics

bottle, and Sloan's expression darkened

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

between her fingers and focused her

pay, maybe

fury. He had

this unreasonable behavior of yours is exactly why