Regret Came Too Late

Thomson was displeased with Yancey's comments. "Mr. Henderson, Grace no longer has any affection for you. I suggest you conduct yourself with some dignity."

No sooner had he said that than Yancey lashed out, kicking over his chair with a brutal lack of restraint. As a result, Thomson tumbled to the ground with the overturned chair.

The Henderson family's standing was unquestioned. Even if Yancey wasn't the designated heir, with such a name behind him, he could stroll unchallenged through Druville. To him, the insolence of a minor celebrity was beneath notice.

Thomson was offended to a degree. His lips trembled before he let out a scoff. "No wonder Grace doesn't like you, Mr. Henderson."

Yancey stepped forward without hesitation and pulled Grace into his embrace. His expression was triumphantly arrogant as he said, "Take a good look at your own face before you speak. You're nothing but a substitute!"

A hot wave of shame surged through Thomson. He had been certain he had captivated Grace, certain his charm had begun to work. Yet here he was, humiliated on the floor, and she wasn't reacting at all.

All at once, he forgot every instruction Edric had given him. Turning on his heel, he strode away, though not without casting a final threat over his shoulder. "If you really want to be with me, Grace, you'd best get rid of the men around you first."

He spoke as if convinced she would chase after him no matter what.

Anger simmered within him as he left. The more he thought about it, the more unbearable it became. So, he decided to meet up with friends, intending to drink the insult away. However, he ended up hearing Grace's name mentioned once

more.

"The other day, I was at Northbrook working on a project. Who would've thought Grace was so well-known over there?"

"Grace? Who's that?"

"She's Quentin Lambert's daughter, the one who used to follow Mr. Henderson around like a puppy. She's gorgeous, too. Thomson should know her. His father is an executive at Lambert Group, isn't he?"

The group turned their attention to him almost immediately.

of privilege, born into wealth and connections, though

his glass onto the table. "Of

eyes lit up with curiosity, and everyone was instantly

"She's chasing you?"

fame as a fresh-faced celebrity had made him wildly popular among young

on his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Yeah. She even asked me out for dinner tonight, but I turned her down. She's beautiful, no doubt, but her appeal? Fairly average. With women, once the lights are off in bed, who

erupted in

I've met her once, and she wouldn't

She was dazed a few times when she saw me. I invited her out, and she agreed. Now, she's considering whether to

of admiration

surged through him, leaving him uncomfortable as he quietly thought to himself, "That bitch has probably already been toyed with

had the audacity to act all high and mighty

his hand,

shadows. When he lifted his head, his eyes met those of a man on the second floor. Cloaked in the shadows, the man's face was obscured

crept into Thomson's heart. In a panic, he quickly lowered

...

reached for

found himself once again facing the man from the shadows. The silver mask had that same cold gleam that sent shivers down

instant

and unhurried. Then, he

was dazed a few times when she saw you?" the

His eyes flew wide as dread crashed over him. As

want from me? Let me go now!"

man remained unnervingly silent, his gaze devoid of warmth— much like a creature stripped

wasn't until Thomson had been slashed three times that he finally