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

and swiftly took a brown pill out from under

his mouth, but didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with

"Okay."

the man lying on the bed, barely clinging to life. He

"Boom!"

loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy sky, and a

didn't bring an umbrella when

Glenn asked

small, running

head, annoyed at her

rain subsides a bit. I just bought this

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

Gracie furiously curled her fair fingers and

sister! And, yesterday that dress had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage

fifty years old, she still insisted

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

a cute and delicate little girl with long hair wearing a red

round, bright eyes filled

perked up, her whole

son. He

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

Despite being the youngest, he beheaded the rooster cleanly with a sword as soon as he

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

no see, Gracie. I'm here to bring you both umbrellas and, by the way... to escort my fifth brother on his final

face, raising one hand with his thumb firmly pressed against

that he wore a string of sandalwood beads as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and polished from

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