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.

the potion slowly depleted, beads of cold sweat formed on the man's forehead. His body

turned his back to Gracie and swiftly took a brown pill out from under his

of disbelief. He glanced at the "archenemy" standing before him, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied

"Okay."

one last glance at the man lying on the bed, barely clinging to life. He let out a discreet sigh, as whether

"Boom!"

two were about to leave, a loud thunderclap echoed in the

matters worse, they didn't bring

Master Glenn asked in a

the raindrops still relatively small, running back to the car shouldn't be

her head, annoyed at her own dress, holding

until the rain subsides a

to take a look at her dress and was slightly surprised "Um, Aunt

curled her fair fingers and gave him a smack

that dress had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could you not

old, she

features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a long blue robe and

and delicate little girl with long hair wearing a red dress, walking towards

round, bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity as she looked at the

Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding a sense

as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and back

Marcel, at the tender age of seven or eight, even shed tears

different. Despite being the youngest, he beheaded the rooster cleanly with a

one swift motion, the chicken's head fell to the

umbrellas and, by the way... to

gentle smile on his face, raising one hand with his thumb firmly

sandalwood beads as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and polished from constant