Become the Richest Woman After Divorce

Chapter 85: Steal It Out

The receptionist was so shocked that her eyes widened upon hearing this. She held back from rolling her eyes, but she was already speechless.

Sophia raised an eyebrow, remaining fairly composed. She gave her a perfunctory glance and let out a soft sigh:

“Camille, if you liked him, you should have pursued him. No one was stopping you.”

In other words, it was useless for her to come and cause trouble for herself.

After all, it wasn’t Sophia who was eagerly chasing after Derick.

There were bodyguards guarding outside the exclusive elevator, she couldn’t get in.

Camille stomped her foot in frustration, only able to watch as Sophia entered the elevator and went up.

She called Pierce with a sense of grievance, sobbing:

“Bro, did Derick like your wife? What should we do, could you please not let your wife get too close to him…”

Pierce had always been affectionate towards his sick sister.

Knowing that she actually liked Derick was also quite unbelievable.

But on the other hand, think about it.

If Derick was with his own sister, wouldn’t Sophia have given up?

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Pierce was carefully soothing Camille:

“They were just ordinary friends. Besides, it was useless to blame Sophia. It was all Derick who took the initiative to seduce her. The problem lay with Derick.”

Camille fell silent for a moment, “Then I’ll go find him!”

Before Pierce could finish, Camille had already hung up the phone.

Sophia handed the business card that Derick had given her to Aylen, insisting that he personally deliver it to the Clement Group.

She couldn’t make decisions for the Clement family, but she couldn’t keep quiet about things that were beneficial to Grandpa Zhou and Grandma.

Pierce naturally knew how to choose, and Sophia wouldn’t say anything.

Aylen left.

Sophia suddenly remembered the thing she had heard in the coffee shop earlier.

Like a puzzle, she felt a jumbled mess, unable to find any coherent thoughts.

Car accident…

Sophia had a vague feeling that something was not right, an indescribable sensation.

The next day.

Sandra called.

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me, saying she wanted to see me. What do you think was on her

stretching

wanted

her tongue and chuckled lightly:

had nothing to do with Nolan. Why didn’t she go to Nolan if she felt

as if

stay away from her, this

who does she think she is, that I have to agree if she wants to see me? I just find it ridiculous, how do young girls nowadays like

hearing the impatience in Sandra’s tone, knew that she no longer had

with the Morrison family’s affairs. They were barely holding on themselves,

gave a reminder.

Morrison family’s recent situation was

the hospital, I

was standing up for her, after all, he was

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to his brother Nolan than to

parties had reached

finished tidying up and

to the woman who was waiting in the

area:

Cruise, this lady said she knows you and has been

surprisingly found out it was

pursed her lips, and spoke without

recognize, didn’t

“Understood, Ms. Cruise.”

came to see her at this time for the secret

days later, and she was in luck this time, as Bianca happened

minutes, but she was not to disturb or upset

excited yet cautious, with a slight sting in

accident, her heart felt as if it was being tightly squeezed,

the perpetrator had fallen from

it

An OFW

“Grandma…!

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shouting

focused, looking at Sophia, she reached out and touched

one action, had already used up all

laugh, seemingly trying to comfort Sophia, but the expression on her face gradually

into a coma

in distress, her shoulders trembling slightly. She

the next

shoulder, brushing past like a feather. The

abruptly stood up, looking at the suddenly appeared

stood perfectly in the backlight, as if enveloped by a halo, shining all over as if sprinkled

she was dazed, and the man who suddenly appeared before her eyes overlapped with the unattainable man she first met three years ago.

and slightly red, giving off a sense of pitiful

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or soft and pitiful, Sophia’s beauty

gaze dark and profound, his voice low:

in Mautiland, and we’ll send