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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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726 Chs

156: Don't let the good fortune flow to others' fields_1

Translator: 549690339

Amelia Cobb wouldn't say any flattering words to Christopher Robinson anymore. This man, experienced in the business world, has heard all kinds of words before.

The more she said, the more she felt like humiliating herself.

And extolling a man who was blind? Forget it, might give him a heart attack.

Through the rearview mirror, Isaac Fenton glanced at Mr. Robinson, thinking that this Miss Amelia was really daring in her words.

No matter what she said, the words would always come out with a different twist.

That day, the capital's streets were brightly lit.

Christopher Robinson sat in the back seat, calmly unscrewing a bottle of water and taking a sip.

"You said last time that you gave half a million to that pimp, but she had it returned."

Amelia: ...…

She couldn't understand why such money would be returned if sent out.

Somehow, she felt like there was something she didn't know about going on.

When her doubts were overwhelmed, she chose to inquire.

"Who sent it?"