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

disgustingly tossing it aside. 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 eyes, he said, "Only when you're dead

but didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with the scene before her and clapped her

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

thunderclap

make matters worse, they didn't bring an

Master Glenn asked in

still relatively small, running back to

his suggestion and lowered her head, annoyed at her own dress,

the rain subsides a bit. I just bought

to take a look at her dress and was slightly surprised "Um, Aunt Gracie, isn't

her fair fingers and gave him a smack

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

fifty years old, she still insisted

features. The bald young man appeared to be around

silk umbrella, while cradling a cute and delicate little girl

little girl held two umbrellas in her hands, her round, bright eyes filled with innocent

perked up, her whole being

son.

because Marcel, at the tender age of seven or eight, even shed tears for a chicken he

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

swift motion, the chicken's head fell

bring you both umbrellas and, by the way... to escort my fifth brother on his

one hand with his thumb

beads as