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.

out to open the door, and saw Pierce looking at her

lost, I have nothing to

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her a deep. penetrating look:

in and set on fire. She suspects

eyes were filled with anger, his voice cold and

what that woman said the truth? Sophia was still in the hospital, she didn’t even leave the door yesterday, on what grounds are they falsely accusing her?”

guess you were bewitched by that woman, completely under her

staring at Sophia’s complexion, seemingly

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 straight line, his eyes

“No, just fainted.”

lightly, “It’s a pity he didn’t die.”

all piled up in the corner of the wall, they wouldn’t explode, and it was impossible to burn someone to death

Pierce went even

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her own life, she was just making

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

Mr. Clement suspected me, then he should have called

eyes were dark and unclear, “No.”

breath, composed himself, and pursed his lips to speak:

doubt you, rest well.”

coldly glancing at Kylan, his brows and eyes shadowed

and you still

you who should

eyes briefly swept over

“Let him go.”

and brows carrying a hint of

who should have

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

at Sophia

seemed to carry

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her, and just left like that?

giving her a stern look with

you

the corner of her mouth, “Yeah.”

his

fire in the

would not have impulsively accused the innocent without having obtained clear

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 it.

nodded, tacitly

his

would have killed her myself, there would have been no need to dirty your hands.”

head back

satisfied, let alone I have no intention of dirtying my

“Sophia…”

sorry for his sister, and

for yesterday. Even if you really

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