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 uncontrollably convulsed in pain as

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

anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with the scene before her and clapped her hands with

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy sky,

matters worse, they didn't bring

go?" Master Glenn asked in a low

relatively small, running back to the car shouldn't be

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

wait until the rain subsides a bit. I just bought

turned his head to take a look at her dress and was slightly

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

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

almost fifty years old, she still

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

a black silk umbrella, while cradling a cute and delicate little girl with long hair wearing a red dress, walking

her hands, her round, bright eyes filled

Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding a sense of

Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and back then, she chose Benson

seven or eight, even shed tears for a chicken he had

hand, was different. Despite being the youngest, he beheaded

head

and,

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

wore a string of sandalwood beads as a bracelet on his