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 fool of

his elbow, his gaze flicking to Grace's

those legs are something else,

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

so

to him, she was just a pathetic mess. "Grace, we'll open as many bottles as

While they had money, those bottles

she's quite the

his warning, Grace

You won't go back on your word,

hated her to no end. He couldn't wait for her

Go ahead and start drinking. Grace, don't say I didn't

you end up in tomorrow's headline after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger, no one here's

family's favorite. Grace was

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

she could down a few more bottles. Three million dollars had

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

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

her fourth bottle and smiled. "And

drop the act. You came here for Yancey, didn't you? I gotta

fifth bottle, and Sloan's expression

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

glass between her fingers and

afford to pay, maybe someone else can help

face reddened with fury. He had never been humiliated like that

behavior of yours is exactly why Yancey doesn't want you. You're nothing compared to