
Florence Carala and her lover, Julien Tavernier, want to murder her husband - Julien's boss - by faking his suicide.... (Full plot summary below)
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Florence Carala and her lover, Julien Tavernier, want to murder her husband - Julien's boss - by faking his suicide.
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