Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 570

Marry couldn’t help taking a deep breath, “He was still living next door to us just now. Why did Mr. Stwart think of going to the south of the city and caught up with this kind of thing? Isn’t such a heavy rain just a small mudslide? Can you live?”

Sofia’s face turned pale instantly, and she rushed out of the house and into the rain.

“Miss Campbell, Miss Campbell!” Startled, Marry quickly went to the locker to pick up an umbrella and chased it out, stuffing the umbrella into Sofia’s hand.

Sofia couldn’t even hold the umbrella steady, and her body trembled slightly.

She rushed into the rain in a daze, and her car was parked in the small square at the entrance of the alley, unlike Finley who was showing off his power in the alley.

The heavy rain splashed on Sofia’s umbrella, forming a thick rain curtain around the umbrella. Sofia couldn’t see clearly ahead and felt that her breathing had stagnated.

She didn’t expect such a big thing to happen to Finley.

In the past, it was her life and death, but now Finley’s life and death are unknown.

Sofia had imagined countless times how to kill that person, how to let Finley taste the pain she had experienced.

During the three years in prison, Sofia tortured Finley in her

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dreams again and again, wishing to dig out his flesh and blood.

But now hearing that this person was crushed in the ruins, and his life and death were unknown, Sofia panicked more than anyone else.

Her legs were trembling constantly, the soles of her feet slipped, and she fell into the rain. Tears flowed out of her eyes, but she still managed to get up.

The umbrella bone in her hand was also broken, Sofia couldn’t care about anything, and stumbled in the rain like a madman.

Sometimes it’s very contradictory, I don’t know how to face that man, I hope he can’t die again, it’s better to die

completely, but when he really dies, she suddenly feels that everything is meaningless.

Sofia ran to her car, but found that she didn’t have the car keys. Just as she was about to turn around and go back, Marry rushed over wearing a raincoat and stuffed the car keys into her hand. He squeezed her hand tightly.

Sofia nodded at her, picked up the car keys, opened the car and got in, while Marry hurriedly lay down in front of the car window.

Campbell, don’t panic, Mr. Stwart looks amazing, how could he die so easily? You must be more

have mom and Carey, nothing can happen to you, you

drove the car into

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and rushed towards the

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she lives in actually belongs to the southwest of NY, and the area Finley is going to develop is in the southernmost part of NY, and it’s only

is very powerful, sometimes so powerful that everyone puts him in the position of a god, especially in the Nobel. Group, where

in a rainstorm, and not

doesn’t know if Finley’s going to the south of the city has something to do with her, but this person is also very strange. Since he was emotionally angry with him, he turned around and turned into a workaholic in

the city

the area developed by Finley before. After all, she is the wife of the

has also heard about many projects

distance. Not only Finley was buried in the rubble, but other

looked like an old building at first glance. The owner of the house remodeled the house in order to rent

was knocked

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living in the building, but there was no need for Finley

and people around were wearing raincoats and

of the Sky Group

the building collapsed. Two children were playing under the eaves. Mr. Stwart felt that something was wrong, so he rushed over and pushed the two children away.” Going

a good man, he

it’s really rare for rich people to be able to do this now.”

pale face, surrounded by

he suffered an accident in his childhood. No matter what kind of business this person is in, even the arms business, he does not touch drugs or kidnap and

and Sofia suddenly thinks of

in Prison, she suddenly realized why Finley saved those

cheeks were filled with tears, and she shed

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towards the ruins.

was another murmur of discussion

Mrs. Stwart? Mrs. Stwart is here

“It’s Mrs. Stwart.”