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.

at her with a complex expression, while

I have nothing to say to

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her a

into a warehouse, locked in and

with anger, his voice cold

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

bewitched by that woman, completely under

Sophia’s complexion, seemingly trying to discern

fragile and pale. She had

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

a straight line,

“No, just fainted.”

chuckled lightly, “It’s a

of the wall, they

went even

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risk her own life, she was just making Emelia

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

then he should have called the

were dark and unclear, “No.”

composed himself, and pursed his

didn’t doubt you, rest well.”

coldly glancing at Kylan, his brows and eyes shadowed

and you

“It’s you who should

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

“Let him go.”

there, her eyes and brows

who should have

falling, as he struggled to

a deep look at

seemed to

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doubted her,

giving her a stern look

you who did it?”

the corner

silent, his tone growing somber:

fire in the box?”

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

but Sophia had already taken action. It

tacitly agreeing.

his aura cold

her myself, there

her face pale. She tilted her head back to look at Kylan, her voice faintly

hands to feel satisfied, let alone I have no intention

“Sophia…”

felt sorry for his sister, and even more for her resilience.

an alibi for yesterday.

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