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.

cold sweat formed on the man's forehead. His body

out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully into his eyes, he said,

standing before him, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with the

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

about to leave, a loud thunderclap

worse, they didn't

Glenn

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

lowered her head, annoyed at her own dress, holding up

a

Master Glenn turned 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 one you

could finish his sentence, Gracie furiously curled her fair fingers and gave him a smack on the

you calling auntie? It's sister! And, yesterday that dress had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage

years old, she still insisted on being

with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years

a black silk umbrella, while cradling a cute and delicate little girl with long hair wearing a red dress, walking

round, bright

up, her whole being

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

or

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

chicken's head fell to

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

had a gentle smile on his face, raising one hand with

sandalwood beads as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and