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.

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

from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully into his eyes, he said,

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

"Okay."

Glenn 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

"Boom!"

leave, a loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy sky,

make matters worse, they didn't bring

Glenn asked in a low

small, running back to the car shouldn't be

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

until the rain subsides a bit. I

her dress and was slightly

furiously curled her fair fingers

today's is a vintage square neckline. How

she still insisted on being

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

a cute and delicate little girl with long hair

her round, bright

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

remembering him as Rohan's eldest son.

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

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

the chicken's head

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

gentle smile on his face, raising one hand with his thumb

he wore a string of sandalwood beads as a bracelet on his wrist,