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.

beads of cold sweat formed on the man's forehead. His body uncontrollably

a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully into his eyes, he said, "Only when you're dead can I find

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

"Okay."

took one last glance at the man lying on the bed, barely clinging to life. He let

"Boom!"

thunderclap echoed

make matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella

Glenn

relatively small, running

head, annoyed at her own dress, holding up the

wait until the rain subsides a

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

her fair fingers and gave him a

calling auntie? It's sister! And, yesterday that dress had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could you not

fifty years old, she still insisted on being called

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

and delicate little girl with long

her hands, her round, bright eyes

perked up,

vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He

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

the other hand, was different. Despite being the youngest, he beheaded the rooster cleanly with a sword as

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

and,

face, raising one hand with his thumb

as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and