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

I have nothing to say to you!”

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her a

was tricked into a warehouse, locked in and

with anger, his

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

were bewitched by that

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

and pale. She had not fully recovered from

“Is he dead?”

She asked faintly.

a straight line, his eyes darkened:

“No, just fainted.”

a

materials were all piled up in the corner of the wall, they wouldn’t explode, and it was impossible

went even faster.

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risk her own life, she was just making Emelia pay the

looking up at him, her

he should have called the

were dark

composed himself, and

doubt you,

coldly glancing at Kylan, his brows and eyes

to rest, and you still didn’t

you who should leave.”

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

“Let him go.”

eyes and brows carrying a hint of languid

it was you who

and falling, as he struggled to

a deep look at Sophia and turned to

to

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doubted her, and just left like that?

back, giving her a stern look with a cold

afternoon, was it you who did it?”

the corner of her mouth,

his tone growing somber:

fire in the box?”

quickly realized that his sister would not have impulsively accused the

Molly, but Sophia had already taken action. It could only be said that Sophia had long

nodded, tacitly agreeing.

clouded over, his

myself, there would have been no need

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

to feel satisfied, let alone I have no intention of dirtying my own

“Sophia…”

felt sorry for his sister, and even

I had an alibi for yesterday. Even if

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