The realization hurt Yates a hundred times more than simply losing Yvette ever could.He hadn't just lost the woman he loved. He'd been utterly defeated in business, too, and in the most public, humiliating way possible.That night, Yates went alone to the bar he and Yvette used to frequent. He drank one glass of liquor after another, but no amount of alcohol could drown the bitterness and regret eating away at him.At some point, a familiar figure took the seat beside him.It was Henry Quinn, one of his closest childhood friends.Henry took one look at Yates's miserable state and let out a scornful laugh. There wasn't a trace of sympathy in his eyes."Well, well. Never thought I'd see the great Yates Prescott drinking his sorrows away. Finally having regrets, are we? Too bad it's a little late for that!"Yates raised his head, his eyes glazed with alcohol.Henry wasn't finished."Just look at Liam Sinclair. He's got the family background, the looks, the brains, and the money. More imp
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