"I have the same height as Shen Jinmo, the same face, and even the same voice. In the end, it's just that my background is inferior to his. Otherwise, what chance would Shen Jinmo have?"
Lu Zhiwei tried to calm the man's increasingly out-of-control emotions: "I also think you are better than him."
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Meanwhile, the police station received the emergency call, confirmed the location, dispatched special police, and immediately notified Shen Jinmo, who was working at the Shen Group.
Upon learning of this, Shen Jinmo left the company building with a grim face, got into a police car, and rushed to the movie theater.
The police call was still ongoing.
Shen Jinmo, dressed in a black suit, sat in the police car, listening to the conversation with the other police officers present.
Although Lu Zhiwei's voice was soft on the other end of the phone, it was still faintly audible.
"Shen Jinmo is cold, mean, and heartless. He has no warmth at all, and he throws tantrums at the drop of a hat if you piss him off. I've been serving him for three years, and I'm exhausted. Do you know why I was deceived by you? Because you are the kind of husband I've always dreamed of."
I overheard Lu Zhiwei's conversation with the murderer.
Shen Jinmo, seated on the chair, closed his phoenix eyes, exuding a sinister and chilling aura.
“Since he’s so bad, then you can be with me. I can be your mistress, and you can treat me like your husband, Shen Jinmo. When you take over the Lu Group, I will become your right-hand man.”
The man's eyes were filled with greed, and his face was contorted with rage.
Lu Zhiwei held her breath, mustered her courage, and decided to probe deeper into the details: "The Lu family? Do you want to take over the Lu family? You instructed Qin Hai to commit suicide and frame Shen Jinmo. I thought you were interested in the Shen Group and wanted to replace it."
Since we've already entered the tiger's den, it would be too much of a loss not to try and get something out of it.
"Haha, don't try to get anything out of me."
"No, I hate Shen Jinmo too. He doesn't love me. He's only interested in his white moonlight. We can be friends." Seeing that the murderer hadn't relaxed at all, Lu Zhiwei's pretty face was tense, and a thin layer of sweat dripped down her forehead.
"Too late. I know the police are on their way. I can't escape. It's all your fault, you bitch! Why did you have to call the police?" The man pulled a gun from his suit pocket and pointed it at Lu Zhiwei's head.
The utility knife in her hand seemed like a useless children's toy in the face of real guns and bullets.
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