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 man's

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

contracted into small dots out of disbelief. 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. Mission accomplished! Let's

"Okay."

man lying on the bed, barely clinging to

"Boom!"

about to leave, a loud thunderclap echoed in the

didn't bring an umbrella when they

Master Glenn

small, running back to the car

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

rain subsides a bit. I just bought

dress and was slightly surprised

furiously curled her fair fingers and gave him a

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

old, she still insisted

bald young man appeared to be around

hand, he held a black silk umbrella, while cradling a cute and delicate little girl with long hair wearing a red

in her hands, her round, bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity

perked up, her

almond-shaped eyes, vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and back then, she chose

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

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

swift motion, the chicken's head fell to the ground, clean and

and, by the way... to escort my fifth

one hand

he wore a string of sandalwood beads as a bracelet on