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.

beads of cold sweat formed on the man's forehead. His body uncontrollably convulsed in pain as he collapsed onto the

swiftly took a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully into his eyes,

He glanced at the "archenemy" standing before him, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with the scene before her and clapped her hands with a smile. "Well done, Glenn.

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

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

make matters worse, they didn't

we go?" Master Glenn asked in

still relatively small, running back to the

lowered her head, annoyed at

a

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

could finish his sentence, Gracie furiously curled her

but today's is a

years old, she still insisted on

through the rain curtain. Both were handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight

black silk umbrella, while cradling a cute and delicate

round, bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity as

seeing the newcomers, Gracie immediately perked up, her whole

half-squinted her almond-shaped eyes, vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent,

age of seven or eight,

Despite being the youngest, he beheaded the rooster cleanly with a sword as soon as he

the chicken's head fell to

and, by the way...

raising one hand with his thumb firmly pressed against his

string of sandalwood beads as a