She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 738: Uncle's Imminent Death

Benson's courageous and deep love for Cheyenne, evident from spilling his own blood to save her, caused a slight wavering in her heart.

This reminded Gracie of herself and Gregory, who loved each other just as intensely. If it weren't for the societal gap in their status, she wouldn't have fallen so low.

As if prepared for his imminent death, Benson closed his eyes and calmly awaited the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

Just as the blade was about to pierce Benson's body, Gracie suddenly stopped.

She turned around and handed the syringe to the man behind her, her red lips parting slightly. "You do it. I remember you always have disdain for him. Now, this is your chance to kill him!"

"Yes!"

Hidden behind his mask, Master Glenn's face showed a hesitant and contemplative expression, his eyes flickering.

Indeed, he despised Benson, and the two had always been at odds.

Among the three of them, Sam, the rightful heir and the only son of the family head, was undisputedly the first.

The real struggle for rank lay between him and Benson, but unfortunately, as long as Benson was present, Master Glenn could only be second.

Master Glenn hesitated because he thought of Kate.

The disappointment and fear in her eyes when she looked at him pierced his heart. He didn't want Kate to look at him with such a demonic gaze. "Glenn, take action!" Gracie urged.

"Yes."

Master Glenn made up his mind and reached out to grab Benson's arm. With the syringe in his other hand, he forcefully injected him.

on the man's

disgustingly tossing it aside. He turned his back to Gracie and swiftly took a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully into his eyes, he said, "Only when you're

say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied

"Okay."

clinging to life. He let out a discreet sigh, as

"Boom!"

about to leave, a loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy sky, and a downpour

matters worse, they didn't bring an

Master Glenn asked in

the raindrops still relatively small, running back

head, annoyed at her own dress, holding up

rain subsides a

at her dress and was slightly surprised "Um, Aunt Gracie,

could finish his sentence, Gracie furiously curled her fair fingers

but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could you not

she still insisted on being called

people slowly walked towards them through the rain curtain. Both were handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed

held a black silk umbrella, while cradling a cute and delicate little girl

held two umbrellas in her hands, her round, bright eyes filled

the newcomers, Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding

vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and back then,

or eight, even shed tears for a chicken he had to

other hand, was different. Despite being the youngest, he beheaded the rooster

chicken's head fell to the

I'm here to bring you both umbrellas and, by the way... to

a gentle smile on his face, raising one hand with

he wore a string of sandalwood beads as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and polished