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.

the man's

the needle, 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

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.

"Okay."

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

"Boom!"

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

matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella when they

we go?" Master Glenn asked in a low

of the raindrops still relatively small, running back

and lowered her head, annoyed at her own

until the rain subsides a bit. I just

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

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

had a V-neck, but today's is a vintage square neckline.

she

them through the rain curtain. Both were handsome, with sharp features. The bald young man

silk umbrella, while cradling a cute and

bright eyes filled

the newcomers, Gracie immediately perked up, her whole

almond-shaped eyes, vaguely remembering him as Rohan's eldest son. He had good talent, and back then, she chose

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

Despite being the youngest, he beheaded the rooster cleanly

the chicken's head fell to the ground, clean

to bring you both umbrellas and,

one hand with his thumb firmly pressed

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