She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 737: Self-Destructive Future

The Miller Residence in Truphis.

The room, shrouded in darkness without the lights on, felt damp and uncomfortable due to its wooden structure, especially in the winter when it was prone to dampness. It was a place so wretched that it could hardly compare to a prison cell. In this freezing season, living in such an environment was undoubtedly a dual torment, both mentally and physically.

Yet, when Gracie arrived, she found the man in the room leisurely sitting on the bed playing the harmonica. The melodious tune accompanied by the northern wind drifted into her ears, evoking thoughts of a cheerful summer campus filled with the sweet scent of love.

As the door opened, a beam of light from outside fell upon the man's face, revealing a countenance so delicate and beautiful that it would put any woman to shame, with an excessively pale complexion that seemed devoid of any color. He was dressed in a thin white robe, with a dark purple stain adorning the left side of his chest, blooming like a faded orchid.

Glancing at him, Gracie leaned against the door frame with her hands crossed over her chest. Her crimson dress swayed elegantly in the chilly wind. The slit in her dress exposed a glimpse of her slender, alluring leg, adorned with twelve-centimeter stiletto heels.

She raised a fair hand to touch her own arm and squinted her eyes, with a touch of crimson at the corner, slightly parted her vermilion lips, and let out a soft chuckle.

"Shane, why doing so? Instead of embracing a promising future, you choose to descend to such a state for a woman."

Moreover, it was for a remarried woman carrying another man's child.

The man standing beside her wore a terrifying mask with a ghastly visage. Upon hearing Gracie's words to Shane, his eyes dimmed, as if something had crossed his mind, and the light in his eyes flickered and disappeared.

The music in the room slowly came to a halt, yet the elegant reverberation of the harmonica lingered in the ears of the two. Benson didn't even raise his eyes, as if he hadn't noticed the presence of the two, his gaze fixed on the harmonica in his hands.

It was just an ordinary harmonica, but he treated it as if it were a priceless treasure, wiping it with the sleeve of his white robe. While he remained indifferent, Gracie seemed accustomed to it, continuing to express her views.

"Hey, you. As long as you capture Cheyenne, not only will you become a hero in Gregory's eyes and rise to an executive within the organization, but we can also help you ascend to the position of the head of the Miller family. Is it worth it to give up all this for Charlotte?"

go on his own accord and even foolishly using his own blood to save a woman who didn't

the mention of "Cheyenne," Benson, who had been silent and numb, finally showed emotions

hint of murderous intent reflected in his cold, deep-set eyes as he solemnly

of anger only earned a merciless scoff from Gracie, who let out a cold

to protect yourself now. Instead of worrying about Cheyenne, you better think about your own outcome. Your

"First..."

her. He placed the harmonica back into his pocket and firmly responded, "It's not necessary! I won't

"Is that so?"

her delicate and charming brows,

retrieved a small vial of blue potion from beneath her dress. The liquid inside was as mesmerizing as the color

towards Benson, with a gleam of schadenfreude and mockery in her eyes as her voice

echo, seemed to emanate the allure of a wicked enchantress, ready to ensnare

would care a bit about you,

he

it had been since anyone had lived in this house. Yellow mushrooms had actually grown on the wall,

Gracie deliberately approached him,

in and blew a breath into his ear, her voice charming, "He said, he doesn't consider you his son so I can deal with you as

evoked a bitter, disdainful laugh from Benson's

one injection, this deadly virus

have chosen to force his mouth open and pour it in, but since he was a student she had trained herself, she still wanted to

taught, you have quite a talent. If it weren't for the fact that you are so

after repeated brutal training and fighting, seven had died, leaving