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 interested in watching

Sidler with his elbow, his

are

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

woman so obsessed

pretty, to him, she was just a pathetic mess.

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

she's quite

Grace had popped

go back on your word,

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

start drinking. Grace, don't say I didn't warn you. Yancey doesn't like you. Everyone in this room despises

stupid and getting taken home by some

favorite.

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

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 go on

Afraid that Sloan would be left in an awkward spot, someone

and shot Grace a warning glare.

fourth bottle and smiled. "And

that, someone immediately sneered, "Come on, drop the act. You came here for Yancey, didn't you? I gotta say, your tactics are getting bolder. At least

opened the fifth bottle, and Sloan's expression

got up and grabbed her wrist. "That's enough. Do you really want to be the

between her fingers

to pay, maybe

had never been

of yours is exactly why