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 forehead. His

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

out of disbelief. He glanced at the "archenemy" standing before him, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything further.

"Okay."

bed, barely clinging to life. He let

"Boom!"

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

make matters worse, they didn't

go?" Master Glenn asked in a low

small, running back to the car shouldn't

her head, annoyed at her own dress,

wait until the rain subsides a bit. I just bought this

hearing this, Master Glenn 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

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

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

fifty years old, she still insisted

handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed

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

round, bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity as she

immediately perked up, her whole being exuding

eyes, vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and

seven or eight, even shed tears for a chicken he had to

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

one swift motion, the chicken's head fell

Gracie. I'm here to bring you both umbrellas and, by the

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

sandalwood beads as a bracelet on his wrist, smooth and polished from