She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 738

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.

As the potion slowly depleted, beads of cold sweat formed on the man's forehead. His body uncontrollably convulsed in pain as he collapsed onto the bed.

Master Glenn withdrew 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 hand.

Looking meaningfully into his eyes, he said, "Only when you're dead can I find peace."

"You!" 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! Let's go!"

"Okay."

Just before leaving, Master Glenn took 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 to his own destiny.

"Boom!"

Just as the two were about to leave, a loud thunderclap echoed in the heavy sky, and a downpour followed suit.

To make matters worse, they didn't bring an umbrella when they left.

"Should we go?" Master Glenn asked in a low voice.

Taking advantage of the raindrops still relatively small, running back to the car shouldn't be too bad.

Without hesitation, Gracie rejected his suggestion and lowered her head, annoyed at her own dress, holding up the hem.

"Let's wait until the rain subsides a bit. I just bought this dress."