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

to Gracie and swiftly took a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it

mouth, but didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with the scene before

"Okay."

man lying on the bed, barely clinging to life.

"Boom!"

leave, a loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy sky, and a

make matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella

go?" Master Glenn asked in

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

head, annoyed at her own dress, holding up the

the rain subsides a bit. I just bought this

his head to take a look at her dress and was slightly surprised "Um, Aunt Gracie, isn't this dres's the same as the

his sentence, Gracie furiously curled her fair fingers and gave

V-neck, but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could you not see that?" Master Glenn was left

old, she still

Both were handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old,

cradling a cute and delicate little girl with long hair wearing a

two umbrellas in her hands, her round, bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity as she looked at the

seeing the newcomers, Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding a sense of

her almond-shaped eyes, vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He

was because Marcel, at the tender age of seven or eight, even shed tears for a chicken he had to

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

head fell to the ground, clean

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

raising one

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

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