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

a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully

him, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything further. Gracie

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

thunderclap echoed in the

matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella when

go?" Master Glenn asked in

the raindrops still relatively small, running back to

head, annoyed at her own dress, holding

subsides a bit. I

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

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

yesterday that dress had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could you not see that?" Master Glenn was

fifty years old, she still insisted

the rain curtain. Both were handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to

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

bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity as she

Gracie immediately perked up, her whole

son. He had good talent, and back then, she chose

the tender age of seven or eight, even shed

beheaded the rooster

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

bring you both umbrellas and, by the way... to

one hand with his thumb

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