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 watching her

nudged Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his

are something else, aren't

friends. They had spent years mocking Grace, and Yancey had

having a stunning woman so obsessed with him made him

disgust. No matter how pretty, to him, she was just a pathetic mess. "Grace, we'll open as many bottles as

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

quite the

his warning, Grace had popped open the

go back

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

said, "Yes, it's a deal. Go ahead and start drinking. Grace, don't say I didn't warn you. Yancey doesn't like you. Everyone

headline after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger, no one here's going to clean up your

favorite. Grace was nothing

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

uncomfortably. Grace didn't look even tipsy, and it looked like she could down a few more bottles. Three

in an awkward spot, someone tugged at Yancey's sleeve, urging him

shot Grace a warning glare. "That's

bottle

that, someone immediately sneered, "Come on, drop the act. You came here for Yancey, didn't you? I

opened the fifth bottle,

her wrist. "That's enough. Do

between her fingers

maybe someone

with fury. He had never been

why Yancey doesn't