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.

at her with a complex expression, while Kylan

have nothing to say

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a deep. penetrating look:

Emelia was tricked into a warehouse, locked in and set on fire.

with anger, his voice cold and

she didn’t even leave the door yesterday, on what grounds are they falsely accusing her?”

that woman,

Sophia’s complexion, seemingly

pale. She had not fully recovered from the carbon monoxide she inhaled during the

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

tightened into a straight

“No, just fainted.”

lightly, “It’s a pity

knew in her heart that those flammable materials were all piled up in the corner of the wall, they

went even faster.

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she was just

at him, her expression fragile,

he should have called

were dark and unclear, “No.”

himself, and pursed his lips to

didn’t doubt you, rest well.”

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

rest, and

sneered, “It’s you

eyes briefly swept over Kylan, then turned to

“Let him go.”

there, her eyes and brows carrying a hint

who should have

instantly, his chest rising and falling,

took a deep look at Sophia and

seemed to

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her,

giving her a stern

was it you who did

at the corner

his tone growing

set fire in

that his sister would not have impulsively accused the innocent without

the relationship between the waiter and Molly, but Sophia had already taken action.

tacitly agreeing.

his aura

myself, there would have been no need to dirty your hands.”

smile, her face pale. She tilted her head back to

my own hands to feel satisfied, let alone I have no intention of dirtying my own hands.

“Sophia…”

and

I had an alibi for yesterday. Even if

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