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.

looking at her with a complex expression, while Kylan had a stern look on his face.

have nothing

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a deep. penetrating look:

in and set on fire. She suspects it was

filled with anger, his

truth? Sophia was still in the hospital, she didn’t even leave the door yesterday, on what grounds are they falsely accusing her?”

you were bewitched by that woman, completely under her spell!”

had been staring at Sophia’s complexion, seemingly trying

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

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

lips tightened into a

“No, just fainted.”

“It’s a

those flammable materials were all piled up in the corner of the wall, they wouldn’t explode, and it was impossible to burn

went even faster.

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she was just making Emelia pay the

at him, her expression fragile, yet her eyes exceptionally resolute:

then he should have called the

were dark

breath, composed himself, and pursed his lips to

didn’t doubt you,

spoke, his eyes coldly glancing at Kylan, his brows and

wanted to rest, and you still didn’t leave?”

you who should

face, his gloomy eyes briefly swept over Kylan, then turned to Sophia, his voice deep and heavy:

“Let him go.”

eyes and brows carrying a

it was you who should have left.”

chest rising and falling, as he struggled

at Sophia and turned to leave.

to

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slightly. He clearly doubted her, and just left like

her a stern look with a cold

it you who did

at the corner of her

fell silent, his tone growing

fire in the box?”

that his sister would not have impulsively accused the innocent without having obtained clear evidence.

Sophia had already taken action. It could only be said that Sophia had long known who was

nodded, tacitly agreeing.

his aura

have told me earlier, I would have killed her myself, there

She tilted her head back to

let alone I have no

“Sophia…”

sorry for his sister, and even more for her

an alibi for yesterday. Even if you really doubted

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