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Mr. Fu's Wife Reincarnated

International negotiator, Evelyn Cobb, was framed and killed. After waking up, she found herself in the body of a newly engaged female college student. When she first confronted her fiance, Christopher Robinson, his tone was cold and aggressive. "If you're obedient, you can stay. If you're not, I'll leave you." When she next confronted him, it was on stage during the International Collegiate Debate Competition at Capital University. She looked at Christopher Robinson, the judge below the stage, and asked in a firm voice, "Mr. Fu, what is marriage to you?" "It is all about mutual benefits," Christopher Robinson answered. Rumor had it that Christopher Robinson, the prince of the business world, married a beautiful wife. Little did he expect his wife to hold a knife to his throat on their wedding night. "In 2009, Evelyn Cobb, an international negotiator, went to Emarica for negotiations with her team. Their plane crashed on the way back. Did you have anything to do with it?" Christopher Robinson's heart shuddered. His suspicions had been confirmed. He looked helplessly at Evelyn Cobb. "I was behind it." Before getting married, she was a pawn on his chessboard. After getting married, she became a medicine he couldn't stop taking. There were rumors that the Jiang family's youngest daughter had no talent. Huh? How should I act? Evelyn Cobb thought. [From being indifferent to being absolutely obsessed with you. The female lead is smart and talented. Step by step, she's getting closer to the truth behind her death.] Conception: Loving yourself is the prerequisite for being loved by someone else.

Li Buyan · Urban
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035: Pleasing the Living_1

The human body is conscious and has memory.

Amelia Cobb has experienced a period in her life with the owner of that voice.

Their familiarity with each other has gone beyond simple verbal descriptions.

But she never thought that she would meet him under such circumstances.

Amelia Cobb shivered all over, when she suddenly turned her eyes towards Christopher Robinson, the hollowness in her eyes was captured by him at first sight.

The man squinted his eyes slightly.

Without a single word, the intensity in his hand increased.

As if reminding Amelia Cobb not to forget what she had promised him.

"Seven million two hundred thousand," Amelia Cobb bid.

"Seven million three hundred thousand," the other party bid.

"Seven million four hundred thousand," Amelia Cobb bid.

"Seven million five hundred thousand."

Just as Amelia Cobb was about to bid, the hand that Christopher was holding around her waist tightened, as if begrudgingly trying to grab a chunk of her waist flesh directly.