Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 10

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.

None of these men were strapped for cash, and right now, they were very interested in watching her make a fool of herself.

Hendricks nudged Sloan Sidler with his elbow, his gaze flicking to Grace's figure.

"Damn, those legs are something else, aren't they?"

Both of them were Yancey's friends. They had spent years mocking Grace, and Yancey had never once stopped them.

After all, having a stunning woman so obsessed with him made him look good.

Sloan, however, only felt disgust. No matter how pretty, to him, she was just a pathetic mess. "Grace, we'll open as many bottles as you can drink today."

Beside him, Yancey wanted to stop him. While they had money, those bottles were a million dollars each. And with Grace's alcohol tolerance…

"Sloan, she's quite the drinker…"

Before he could finish his warning, Grace had popped open the bottle and smiled.

"Deal. You won't go back on your word, right?"

Sloan hated her to no end. He couldn't wait for her to make a fool out of herself in her drunken state.

He leaned back with a smirk and 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 in this room despises you.

"If you end up in tomorrow's headline after drinking yourself stupid and getting taken home by some random stranger, no one here's going to clean up your mess."

Everyone knew Alice was the family's favorite. Grace was nothing but unwanted trash.

Grace grabbed a tall glass, filling it to the brim, then downed the first bottle.

She then proceeded with the second bottle, then a third.