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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

223: Poked _4

"Christopher Robinson killed Evelyn Cobb, you know that, right?"

"So what if he did? What does Translator Wood want to say? Amelia Cobb is not Evelyn Cobb, and Evelyn Cobb is not Amelia Cobb. Or do you want to drag everyone down with you?"

As Isaac Fenton's voice came through the receiver, the fruit knife in Amelia's hand froze in place.

So what?

It's nothing, just another life that doesn't concern her.

Swirling emotions eventually turn into a laughing matter.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Christopher woke up and got up to search for Amelia's figure, heading towards the dining room on the first floor.

Seeing Amelia sitting at the dining table, a recording pen was placed in front of her.

In an instant, the man felt half-sober.

"What are you doing here?"

Amelia looked up at Christopher, remaining silent for a few seconds before pressing the play button on the recording pen.