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.

went out to open the door, and saw Pierce looking at her

I have nothing to say to you!”

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her a deep.

tricked into a warehouse, locked in and set on fire. She suspects it was you…”

anger, his voice cold and

the truth? Sophia was still in the hospital, she didn’t even leave the door yesterday, on

guess you were bewitched by that woman, completely

seemingly trying to discern something from it.

her entire face fragile and pale. She had not fully recovered from the carbon monoxide

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

tightened into a straight line, his eyes

“No, just fainted.”

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were all piled up in the corner of the wall, they wouldn’t explode, and it was impossible to burn someone to death in a short

Pierce went

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her own life, she was just making

at him, her expression fragile, yet her

suspected me, then he should have called the police.”

dark

breath, composed himself, and pursed his lips to speak:

doubt you, rest

spoke, his eyes coldly glancing at Kylan, his

to rest, and

“It’s you who

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

“Let him go.”

her eyes and brows carrying

who

falling, as he struggled to control

a deep look at Sophia and turned to

to carry

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frowned slightly. He clearly doubted her, and just left like that?

her a stern look with a cold

it you

tugged at the corner of her mouth,

silent, his tone growing

set fire in the box?”

that his sister would not have impulsively

Molly, but Sophia had already taken

nodded, tacitly agreeing.

over, his aura cold

her myself,

forced a smile, her face pale. She tilted her head back to look at Kylan, her voice faintly calm:

satisfied, let alone I have no

“Sophia…”

and

an alibi for yesterday. Even

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