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.

men were strapped for cash, and right now, they were

Sidler with his elbow, his gaze

legs are something else,

spent years mocking Grace,

so obsessed

matter how pretty, to him, she was just a pathetic mess. "Grace, we'll open as

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

quite

finish his warning, Grace had popped open the

won't go back on

He couldn't wait for her to make a fool out of

back with a smirk and said, "Yes, it's a deal. Go ahead and start drinking. Grace, don't say

headline after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger, no one here's

Alice was the family's favorite. Grace was nothing

the first bottle. She then proceeded with the second bottle,

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

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

and shot Grace a warning glare. "That's

her fourth bottle and smiled.

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

opened the fifth bottle, and

"That's enough. Do you really want to

glass between her fingers and focused her gaze on

can't afford to pay, maybe someone else

reddened with fury. He had never

why Yancey doesn't