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.

woke up, went out to open the door, and saw Pierce looking at her with a complex

lost, I have nothing to say to you!”

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a deep. penetrating

into a warehouse, locked in and set on

with anger, his

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

were bewitched by that woman, completely under

been staring at Sophia’s complexion, seemingly trying to discern something from it.

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

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

thin lips tightened into a straight

“No, just fainted.”

a pity he

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

went even

20 550r

Try the

own life, she was just making Emelia

looking up at him, her expression

Mr. Clement suspected me, then he

eyes were dark and

composed himself, and pursed

you,

his eyes coldly glancing at Kylan, his brows

wanted to rest, and you still

you who

over Kylan, then turned to Sophia, his voice deep

“Let him go.”

stood there, her eyes and brows carrying a hint of languid

who should

rising and falling,

look at Sophia and turned

seemed to carry anger.

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clearly doubted her, and just

her back, giving her a stern look with a

was it you who did it?”

corner of her

his tone

Emelia set fire

that his sister would not have impulsively accused the innocent

the waiter and Molly, but Sophia had already taken action. It could only be said that Sophia had long known who was

tacitly

his aura

have killed her myself, there would

her face pale. She tilted her head

course I need to take revenge with my own hands to feel satisfied, let alone I have no intention of dirtying my own hands. Don’t worry, I have everything under control.”

“Sophia…”

for his sister, and even

an alibi for yesterday. Even

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