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.

potion slowly depleted, beads of cold sweat formed on the man's forehead. His body

took a brown pill out from under his robe,

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

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

a loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy

make matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella

go?" Master Glenn asked in a low

of the raindrops still relatively small, running back to the car shouldn't be too

head,

rain subsides a bit.

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

sentence, Gracie furiously curled her fair fingers and

And, yesterday that dress had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could

old, she still insisted

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

umbrella, while cradling a cute and delicate little girl with long hair wearing

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

the newcomers, Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding a sense

as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and back then,

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

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

chicken's head fell to

umbrellas and, by the way... to escort my fifth brother on his

smile on his face, raising one hand with his thumb firmly pressed against

as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and polished from