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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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796 Chs

211: Obtain Certificate_1

Amelia Cobb leaned against the backseat, as Christopher Robinson's thin lips traveled across her back.

In the midst of panic, Amelia regained her composure, "Is it because Amelia is angry or because Evelyn is angry?"

"Christopher Robinson."

"Does it matter?" Christopher countered, before adding, "No matter if you are Amelia or Evelyn, you can only be mine."

"You're simply a pervert."

Christopher sneered coldly.

He reached out and pulled Amelia onto his lap.

And kissed her lips.

Until the car stopped in front of the County Clerk's Office, and Isaac Fenton stood in the shade of the trees, smoking a cigarette, the door of the backseat was finally opened.

Christopher carried Amelia out of the car, her legs weak.

The latter leaned against his chest, her hair disheveled, and her crimson face seemed ready to receive blessings.

Under the shade of the tree, Isaac could faintly hear Amelia's swearing and low panting.

The sound went from high to low, gradually fading into silence.