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

nothing to say to you!”

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a deep. penetrating

into a warehouse, locked in and set on fire. She

filled with anger, his voice cold

the truth? Sophia was still in the hospital, she didn’t even

guess you were bewitched by that woman, completely under her

at Sophia’s complexion, seemingly trying

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

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

thin lips tightened into a straight line,

“No, just fainted.”

chuckled lightly, “It’s a pity

all piled up in the corner of the wall,

went even faster.

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life, she was just making Emelia pay the

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

he should have called the police.”

eyes were dark and

breath, composed himself, and pursed his

doubt you,

at Kylan, his brows and

and you still didn’t

sneered, “It’s you who should

eyes briefly swept over Kylan, then

“Let him go.”

brows carrying a hint of

you who

chest rising and falling, as

at

seemed to carry anger.

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doubted her, and just left

her back, giving her a stern look with a

afternoon, was it you who did it?”

tugged at the corner of her mouth, “Yeah.”

his tone growing somber:

fire in the

his sister would not have impulsively accused the innocent without

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

tacitly

clouded over, his aura cold

would have killed her myself, there would

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

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

“Sophia…”

sorry for his sister, and even more

I had an alibi for yesterday. Even if

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