Become the Richest Woman After Divorce

Chapter 67: Didn’t Die, Huh?

The interior was filled with flammable materials. The flame instantly swept through the discarded clutter and cardboard boxes in the shooting studio, engulfing the four walls like tongues of fire.

Emelia screamed in terror, coughing heavily, unable to complete her

sentences.

She had realized who it was, pounding desperately on the door, as if she could see the woman outside, she spoke viciously:

“Sophia, I knew it was you. You didn’t die, and now you’re here to torment me. You stole my man, you stole my happiness. How dare you blame me?”

“You both were divorced, yet you still can’t let go. Have you no shame? He and I are truly in love. Why can’t you just let us be?”

In the end, Emelia even cried out of a sense of injustice.

Sophia stood not far away, watching the thick smoke billowing out of the vent. She could imagine the rolling heat waves inside, no less intense than the fire she had experienced a few days ago.

Treat others as they treated you.

She just used the same method.

Sophia listened to her curses, her hoarse pleas for mercy, her weak

cries…

The surge of vengeful pleasure within her seemed to make her forget her previous pain and misery.

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It turned out that all it took was such simplicity to completely free her from the inner resentment and discomfort.

Everything between them would eventually be liberated in the great fire.

It was just that her child could never come back.

Sophia stared blankly, listening to the sound of a distant whistle, before she turned and left in another direction.

The firm silhouette seemed a bit bleak, but she had no regrets.

Emelia brought it upon herself, she deserved it.

She returned to the hospital and put on her original clothes again.

Sandra touched Sophia’s pale face, smiled, didn’t ask her about the result, and changed the subject:

“I played two rounds of games for you, costing a hundred thousand.”

Sophia, with a bright smile, nonchalantly picked up her own phone.

“You’re such a wimp!”

After Sandra left.

Sophia lay in bed, suddenly feeling very exhausted and tired.

Woke up from a sleep.

Kylan was arguing quietly with someone outside.

door, and saw Pierce looking at her with a complex expression, while Kylan

lost, I have nothing

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a deep.

a warehouse, locked in and set on fire. She suspects it

with anger, his voice cold

was still in the hospital, she didn’t even leave the door yesterday, on what grounds

by that woman, completely under her spell!”

complexion, seemingly trying to

pale. She had not fully recovered from

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

a straight line, his eyes darkened:

“No, just fainted.”

chuckled lightly, “It’s a pity he didn’t

her heart that those flammable materials were all piled up in the corner of the wall, they wouldn’t explode, and it

went even

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wouldn’t risk her own life, she was just making

him, her expression fragile, yet

me, then he should

were dark and

deep breath, composed himself, and pursed his lips

you, rest

coldly glancing at Kylan, his brows and eyes shadowed with gloom:

rest, and you

sneered, “It’s you who should

mist veiled Pierce’s face, his gloomy eyes briefly swept over Kylan, then turned to Sophia, his voice

“Let him go.”

her eyes and brows carrying a hint of

was you who should

falling, as he struggled to control

a deep look at Sophia

to

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frowned slightly. He clearly doubted her, and just

a stern look with

afternoon, was it you who did

at the corner of

fell silent, his tone

Emelia set fire in the box?”

would not have impulsively accused the innocent without

and Molly, but Sophia had already taken action. It could only be said that

tacitly agreeing.

over, his

me earlier, I would have killed her myself, there

She tilted her head back to look

hands to feel satisfied, let alone I

“Sophia…”

his sister, and

alibi for yesterday. Even if

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