Regret Came Too Late

After all, the agreement was something Grace herself had admitted to. If she went back on it now, Simon certainly wouldn't let her off the hook.

Still, anyone who drank ten bottles of vodka would end up in the hospital.

Grace bit her lip, not even bothering to look at Ethan. She didn't need to think-he must have regretted coming to the private room by now.

She took a deep breath. If she was going to end up in the hospital, then so be it. At least she could finish the task.

She walked toward the table stacked with liquor.

The private room was spacious, measuring approximately a thousand square feet. The coffee table was nearly as tall as a person, covered with expensive bottles of alcohol.

She grabbed a bottle of high-proof vodka and was about to drink it down when she caught sight of Ethan sitting in his wheelchair. His head was lowered, as though he were deep in thought.

After finishing the bottle, a fiery pain surged in her stomach, and her cheeks flushed. She could feel the strong scent of alcohol lingering in her nostrils.

Just as she was about to open the second bottle, she saw Ethan getting ready to leave.

Her fingers curled slightly, but she opened the second bottle anyway.

Simon wasn't actually trying to get her killed here. It was clear that Grace was forcing herself, and he quickly waved his hand.

by my car. I'll come over later to grab the documents and take a look,"

to catch up with Ethan, concerned that he might be upset, knowing Ethan hated jokes like

trust fund kids finally felt bold enough to speak up. The

presence? The moment he walked in, it felt like some invisible force

the same

family told me

the whispers around her, grabbed her bag

interrupt, everyone. See you

people who had been hoping to see her embarrassed now felt a little awkward seeing

you catch more flies with honey than with

to the car

with Ethan and was quickly

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tone calm. "I'm not mad