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

Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his gaze

legs are something else, aren't

years mocking

so

she was just a pathetic mess. "Grace,

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

she's quite

his warning, Grace had

won't go back on your word,

wait for her to make a

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

getting taken home by some random stranger, no one here's

favorite. Grace

downed the first bottle. She

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

Afraid that Sloan would be left in an awkward

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

fourth bottle

Yancey, didn't you? I gotta say, your tactics are getting bolder. At least

bottle, and Sloan's expression darkened

enough. Do you really

between her fingers

to pay, maybe

with fury. He had never

is exactly why Yancey doesn't want