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.

man's forehead. His body uncontrollably convulsed in pain as he collapsed onto the

his back to Gracie and swiftly took a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's

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

"Okay."

took one last glance at the man lying on the bed, barely clinging to life. He let out a discreet sigh, as whether life or death was up to his own

"Boom!"

as the two were about to leave, a loud thunderclap

make matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella when

Glenn asked in

raindrops still relatively small, running

Gracie rejected his suggestion and lowered her head, annoyed at her own dress, holding

rain subsides a bit. I just bought

at her dress and was slightly surprised "Um, Aunt Gracie, isn't this dres's

furiously curled her fair fingers and gave him a smack on

are you calling auntie? It's sister! And, yesterday that dress had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could you not

she still insisted on

curtain. Both were handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a long blue robe

cute and

her hands, her round, bright

Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding

eldest son. He had good talent, and back then, she chose

or eight, even shed

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

chicken's head fell to the ground, clean and

umbrellas and, by the way... to escort

one hand

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