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

took a brown pill out from under his robe, shoving it into the man's hand. Looking meaningfully into his eyes, he

Benson's pupils contracted into small dots out of disbelief. He glanced at the "archenemy" standing before him, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything further. Gracie was quite satisfied with the scene before her and clapped her hands with a smile. "Well done, Glenn. Mission accomplished!

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

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

didn't bring an umbrella when

Master Glenn

small, running back

hesitation, Gracie rejected his suggestion and lowered her head, annoyed at her own dress, holding

rain subsides a bit. I just bought

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

curled her fair fingers and gave him

a V-neck, but today's

old, she still insisted on being called

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

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

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

newcomers, Gracie immediately perked up, her

remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and back then, she chose

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

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

chicken's head

to bring you both umbrellas and, by the

one hand

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

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