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.

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

lost, I have nothing to

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gave her a deep.

into a warehouse, locked in and set on

anger, his voice cold

the hospital, she

that woman,

seemingly

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

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

thin lips tightened into a

“No, just fainted.”

a pity he

flammable materials were all piled up in the corner of the wall, they wouldn’t

went even

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her own life, she was just making Emelia pay the price.

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

he should have called

were dark and unclear, “No.”

deep breath, composed himself, and pursed

you, rest well.”

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

to rest, and

you who should

his gloomy eyes briefly swept over Kylan,

“Let him go.”

there, her eyes and brows carrying a hint of languid coldness.

who should have left.”

chest rising and falling, as he struggled to control his emotions.

at Sophia and turned

steps seemed to carry

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slightly. He clearly doubted her, and just left

back, giving her a stern look with a cold expression:

afternoon, was it you who did

the corner of her

fell silent, his tone growing somber:

Emelia set fire

his sister would not have impulsively

the waiter and Molly, but Sophia had already taken action. It could only be said that Sophia

tacitly agreeing.

face instantly clouded over, his aura

have killed her myself, there

head back to look at Kylan, her

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

“Sophia…”

sister, and even more for her

bro, I had an alibi for yesterday.

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