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.

to open the door, and saw Pierce looking at her with a complex expression, while Kylan had

have nothing to say to you!”

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her a deep. penetrating look:

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

anger, his voice cold

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

you were bewitched by that woman, completely under her

seemingly trying to discern something from

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

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

into a straight line, his eyes darkened:

“No, just fainted.”

a pity he didn’t

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

went even faster.

20 550r

Try

wouldn’t risk her own life, she was

her

me, then he should have called the police.”

eyes were dark

breath, composed himself, and pursed

didn’t doubt you, rest well.”

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

rest, and you

sneered, “It’s you

gloomy eyes briefly swept over Kylan, then

“Let him go.”

her eyes and brows carrying a hint of languid coldness.

was you who should have left.”

instantly, his chest rising and falling, as he struggled to control his

look at Sophia and turned

seemed to carry

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her, and just

her back, giving her a stern look with a cold

it you

the corner of

fell silent, his tone

set fire

sister would not have impulsively accused the

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

nodded, tacitly

over, his aura cold

myself, there would have been

tilted her head back to look at

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

“Sophia…”

for his sister, and even more for her

I had an alibi for yesterday. Even if you really

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