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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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168: I heard that President Robinson built a welfare home in Seorida?_1

Perhaps it was because Christopher's tone was too casual that Amelia felt a bit uncomfortable when she heard these words.

But the discomfort disappeared quickly.

Flirting with her?

Amelia looked at Christopher, her eyes filled with curiosity.

She smiled slightly, hooked her arm around his neck, tilted her head, and pretended to look at him sweetly: "So, President Robinson, how do you want me to sell myself?"

In front of everyone, Christopher smoothly let his hand fall on Amelia's waist and began to gently stroke her: "What do you think, Amelia?"

Amelia didn't look away, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Christopher's Adam's apple. It was just a brief moment before she quickly pulled away from his touch.

"Like this?"

This teasing made Christopher a little flustered.

Amelia would never engage in such acts as kissing one's face or lips. She went straight for a man's lifeline. She had seen plenty of acting in nightclubs and had seen how those women did it there.