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.

her with a complex expression, while Kylan had a stern look on

I have nothing to

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her a deep.

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

with anger, his voice cold

still in the hospital, she didn’t even leave the door yesterday, on what grounds are

by that woman,

staring at Sophia’s complexion, seemingly trying to discern something from

eyes, her entire face fragile and pale. She had not fully recovered from the carbon monoxide she inhaled during the fire.

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

tightened into a straight line, his eyes darkened:

“No, just fainted.”

“It’s a pity he didn’t

of the wall, they wouldn’t explode, and it was impossible to burn someone

Pierce went even

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her own life, she was

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

Mr. Clement suspected me, then he should have called the

were dark and unclear,

took a deep breath, composed himself, and pursed his lips

didn’t doubt you, rest

glancing at Kylan, his brows and eyes shadowed with

wanted to rest, and you still didn’t leave?”

you who should leave.”

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

“Let him go.”

and brows

was you who should

rising and falling, as he struggled

at Sophia and turned

seemed to carry anger.

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frowned slightly. He clearly doubted her, and just left

back, giving her a stern look with a cold

afternoon, was it you who did

the corner of her mouth, “Yeah.”

his tone

fire in the

have impulsively accused the

relationship between the waiter and Molly, but Sophia had already taken action. It could only

nodded, tacitly

clouded over, his aura cold

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

her head back

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

“Sophia…”

sister, and even more for her resilience.

I had an alibi for yesterday. Even if you really

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