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.

cold sweat formed on the man's

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 can

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

"Okay."

one last glance at the man lying on the bed, barely clinging to life. He let out a discreet sigh, as whether life or death was up

"Boom!"

loud thunderclap echoed

matters worse, they didn't bring

we go?" Master Glenn asked in a

still relatively small, running back to the car shouldn't be too

lowered her head, annoyed at her own dress, holding

subsides a bit. I just bought this

turned his head to take a look at her dress and was slightly surprised "Um, Aunt Gracie, isn't this dres's the same as the one

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

but today's is a vintage square neckline. How could you not see

almost fifty years old, she still insisted

features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven

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

her hands, her round, bright eyes filled with

Gracie immediately perked up, her

half-squinted her almond-shaped eyes, vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had

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

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

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

and, by the way... to escort my

one

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