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.

the man's forehead. His body

back to Gracie and swiftly took a brown pill out from under his

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

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

two were about to leave, a loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy sky, and a downpour

matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella when

go?" Master Glenn asked in a low

running back

his suggestion and lowered her head,

subsides a bit. I

was slightly surprised "Um, Aunt Gracie, isn't this dres's the same as the one

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

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

almost fifty years old, she still insisted on being called

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

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

her round, bright eyes filled

newcomers, Gracie immediately perked up, her whole being exuding

remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had good

of seven or eight, even

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

one swift motion, the chicken's head

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

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

he wore a string of sandalwood beads as a