Jane Green, a world-famous jewelry chief designer woke up and found she had become the heroine in a novel she was reading. With the exact same name as that designer, the former heroine couldn't be more regular. She had a great husband and a five-year-old son, but was stupid enough to be set up. She was caught in bed with someone else, spat on and died a miserable death

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Jane couldn't use her arm for now. She asked the nurse to bring her phone over and checked the Duncan Group's stock price.


The stock price fluctuated slightly, but it was rising. What the hell?


Jane blinked and was sure that she was not mistaken.


The nurse was speechless. She didn't know why Jane was so restless as rich as she was.


Jane was curious about what the reporters had written. There was a picture in the news. That should be after she fainted, William carried her out of the hall.


One could only see William's back. And Jane's face had blood on it.


She didn't know if the photographer's hands were trembling, but her face was blurry, though her double chin was obvious.


"Why can't they choose a picture with me looking good in it?"


Jane was very angry. It must be a female editor who was so jealous that she had such a handsome husband that she picked the ugliest picture.


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