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.

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

Glenn withdrew the needle, disgustingly tossing it aside. He turned his back to Gracie and swiftly took a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully into his eyes, he said, "Only when you're dead

didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with the scene before her and clapped her hands with a smile.

"Okay."

the bed, barely clinging to life. He let out a discreet sigh, as whether

"Boom!"

loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy

matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella when

go?" Master Glenn asked in a low

small, running back to the car

rejected his suggestion and lowered her head,

wait until the rain subsides a bit. I

her dress and was slightly surprised

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

yesterday that dress had a V-neck, but today's is

she still insisted on

handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to be around

and

her round, bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity as she looked at

Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding a

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

or eight, even shed tears for a

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

one swift motion, the chicken's head fell to the ground,

and, by the way... to

raising one hand with his thumb firmly pressed

as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and polished

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