Regret Came Too Late

At precisely 7:00 pm, Grace arrived at the entrance of the charity gala with an invitation in hand.

As she stepped out of the car, she noticed Jodie, who was dressed to the nines.

Jodie didn't expect to run into Grace here, as she thought Grace wouldn't have an invitation.

Grace didn't greet her. She handed her invitation to a staff member and walked inside with poise.

She was wearing a more understated look tonight-a black sequin skirt with a mermaid silhouette paired with a silk blouse that cinched at her waist.

Jodie stood still for a moment. Instead of storming off to cause Grace trouble, she called Yancey.

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Yancey? I just saw Grace at the gala," she said.

Something unreadable flickered in Yancey's gaze before a small smile tugged at his lips.

"I'm on my way. Jodie, leave her alone."

It seemed like every man on earth was under Grace's spell, and that was what Jodie hated the most.

She smiled insincerely. "Of course."

After hanging up the call, her gaze turned icy as she looked toward where Grace

had gone. Then, she called her bodyguard.

would make sure Grace was

glasses, and scents of perfume in

ever being in a place quite

knowing glances before whispering

the lady who had spent years hopelessly devoted to Yancey,

of the evening when a woman she didn't recognize walked up to her with a glass in her hand.

"Grace Lambert?"

frowned. She had no idea who

that. She drew a sharp breath and remarked, "So it's true, huh?

came back to her-she had seen this woman in some old industry. background reports. She was from the

for what happened to

in public

and hurled the

time just as

the wine

like that, everyone's attention snapped toward

"Jodie, are

wonder Daphne had come at Grace. Clearly, it was Jodie who had sent

head lightly, her gaze fixed on Grace with

walk away, ready to get back to her