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.

and saw Pierce looking at her with a complex expression, while Kylan had a stern look on his

nothing to say to you!”

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a

into a warehouse, locked in and

anger, his voice cold

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

bewitched by that woman, completely

complexion, seemingly trying to discern something from

She had not fully

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

thin lips tightened into a straight line, his

“No, just fainted.”

chuckled lightly, “It’s a pity

knew in her heart that those flammable materials 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 period of time.

went

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her own life, she was just making Emelia pay the

looking up at him, her expression fragile, yet her eyes

Clement suspected me, then he should have

dark and

breath, composed himself, and

you,

glancing at Kylan, his

and you

“It’s you who

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

“Let him go.”

there, her eyes and brows carrying a hint of languid

was you who should have

falling, as

deep look at Sophia and

seemed to

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slightly. He clearly doubted her,

a stern look with

was it you

the corner of

silent, his tone growing

set fire in

have impulsively accused the

found out the relationship between the waiter and Molly, but Sophia had already taken action. It could only

tacitly

over, his aura cold and

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

her head back to look at Kylan, her voice

course I need to take revenge with my own hands to feel satisfied, let alone I

“Sophia…”

for his sister, and

alibi for yesterday. Even if you really

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