Regret Came Too Late

Grace had been working peacefully on the top floor for a week. The atmosphere was professional, the employees were efficient, and best of all, no one cared about the gossip surrounding her.

She planned to stop by a dealership after work to buy a car. Now that she had her own place, it was time to get some transportation.

At the dealership, she was greeted by a young salesman in his early 20s. He seemed reserved but spoke earnestly as he introduced her to the various models and their features. A few other salespeople nearby watched with indifferent expressions, clearly looking down on him.

Grace furrowed her brows slightly. Just as she was about to ask him to arrange a test drive, a group of young men strolled in.

She recognized the leader immediately. It was Liam.

Liam had been spoiled his whole life, a typical rich boy who had never been told no. He looked arrogant, dressed in trendy streetwear with a pair of headphones hanging around his neck.

The trust fund kids behind him immediately zeroed in on the young salesman.

"Well, well, if it isn't our little scholarship kid. Still working part-time, huh?" one of them sneered.

Another shoved the salesman's shoulder.

"Liam's girl took a liking to you. Must feel pretty good, huh?"

"Didn't you call us flunkies last time? Got real high standards for a guy who has to work for a living."

Liam had been scrolling through his phone, uninterested. He was good-looking, the kind of guy who was probably popular at the university.

Just as he was about to pull up a game, his gaze landed on Grace, and his eyes lit up.

"Grace? You came to see me?"

Grace watched the young salesman being shoved around, and none of the senior staff seemed surprised. They had seen this happen before.

The rich kids acted like they owned the place. Maybe one of their families actually did, so no one dared to step in.

"Grace, are you finally here to apologize? I knew it. You wouldn't last." Liam smirked, slipping his gaming console back into his pocket.

He ruffled his already messy hair and leaned in. "But I won't be so easily won over this time. You'll have to cook for me every day for the next two years. And you have to bring the food to my university."

Grace watched closely as he approached her happily.

a sound. He had clearly been through this

was cold when she finally asked, "You bully

deserves it. He knew I liked that girl and

words had barely left his mouth when a sharp slap

him so hard that his head turned. It wasn't the

for several seconds before finally speaking, "You hit me

Yet you use your status to harass people, and you're proud of

Then, as if snapping out of their

"Liam, you good?"

the hell is this?

Liam's temper flared.

got to do with you? You won't

me for months, and

answer my calls. You're really cutting ties with the family,

so why should

snapped at

his headphones, he put them on and

you stop? Keep going.

face was already bruised, but he remained silent, only glancing at her briefly before looking away.

strode forward and shoved the

hesitated, their eyes darting toward Liam. They were waiting

age, he carried an air of authority. "Grace,

herself between the young man and Liam, her expression turning

it's one thing to mess around at home, but now, you're pulling this gang mentality nonsense in university? Strip away the Lambert family name and what do you even have

his lackeys weren't good people, yet

reason, seeing Grace defend someone else, especially someone he despised, felt like a betrayal. His gaze flickered to the

silence, he

swear I'm done with you. Go ahead, take him as your brother. I'm just some stranger to you now, right? Fine. Don't ever come back to

out. His lackeys, suddenly lost without

Grace turn to face the young salesman. Moments ago, when he had been

professional. Now, he wouldn'teet

the eye. Maybe he had figured out her connection to Liam and