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.

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

lost, I have nothing to say to you!”

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gave her a deep.

in and set on fire. She suspects it

filled with anger, his voice

still in the hospital, she didn’t even leave

bewitched by that

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

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

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

thin lips tightened into a straight line, his eyes darkened:

“No, just fainted.”

chuckled lightly, “It’s a pity he didn’t die.”

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

Pierce went even faster.

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risk her own life, she was just making

him, her expression fragile, yet her eyes exceptionally

he should

dark and unclear,

breath, composed himself, and pursed his lips

didn’t doubt you, rest well.”

at Kylan, his brows and eyes

and

you who

over Kylan, then turned to Sophia, his voice

“Let him go.”

brows carrying a hint of

was you who should have left.”

his chest rising and falling, as he struggled

took a deep look at Sophia and

seemed to

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slightly. He clearly doubted her, and

back, giving her a stern look with

you who did it?”

at the corner of her

silent, his tone growing

Emelia set fire

impulsively accused the innocent without having obtained clear

waiter and Molly, but Sophia had already taken action. It could

nodded, tacitly

over, his aura cold and

me earlier, I would have killed her myself, there would have been no need to dirty

her head

of 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

“Sophia…”

sister, and

alibi for yesterday. Even

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