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.

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

I have nothing

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a deep.

a warehouse, locked in and set

eyes were filled with anger, his voice cold and mocking:

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

guess you were bewitched by that woman,

Sophia’s complexion, seemingly trying to discern something

face fragile and pale. She had not fully recovered

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

tightened into a

“No, just fainted.”

lightly, “It’s a pity he didn’t

corner of the wall, they

went

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life, she was just making Emelia pay the price.

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

then he should have called the police.”

dark and unclear, “No.”

breath, composed himself, and pursed his lips

didn’t doubt you, rest

coldly glancing at Kylan, his

and you

“It’s you who

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

“Let him go.”

and brows carrying

you who should have left.”

jaw tightened instantly, his chest rising and falling, as he struggled

look at Sophia and turned

seemed to carry anger.

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frowned slightly. He clearly doubted her, and just left like that?

back, giving her a stern

you who

tugged at the corner

silent, his tone

Emelia set fire in

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

the relationship between the waiter and Molly, but Sophia had already taken action. It could only be said that Sophia had long known who was behind

tacitly

instantly clouded over, his aura

have killed her myself, there would have been no

a smile, her face pale. She tilted her head back to look at Kylan,

of course I need to take revenge with my own hands to feel satisfied, let alone I have no intention of

“Sophia…”

for his sister, and even

for yesterday.

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