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.

now, they were very interested in watching her make a

Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his gaze flicking to

those legs are something

were Yancey's friends. They had spent years mocking

woman so obsessed with him made him look

him, she was just a

those

quite the

he could finish his warning, Grace had popped open the bottle

You won't go back on your word,

for her to make a fool out of herself

"Yes, it's a deal. Go ahead and start drinking.

after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger, no one

the family's favorite. Grace was nothing but unwanted

the first

first, Sloan was amused. Then, he started shifting in his seat uncomfortably. Grace didn't look even tipsy, and it looked like she could down a

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

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

her fourth bottle

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

the fifth bottle, and Sloan's expression darkened

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

twirled the glass between her fingers and focused her gaze

pay, maybe someone else can

with fury. He had

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