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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

227: Clean your dog's mouth_1

How could Christopher Robinson miss such a good opportunity?

He leaned back in his chair, looking like a calm and supreme ruler.

"Not listening to your husband's advice, suffering right before your eyes, you'd rather tear open your own wounds and sprinkle some salt on them to shake off the pain. It's you who's bleeding, it's you who wants the truth, it's you who's seeking help like a lonely ghost in the middle of the night. Why bother, Amelia? As adults, how many of us are whole? Who isn't walking forward while licking their wounds? It's only you, standing still and loudly asking for the truth, as if you can't wait to tell everyone that you're the victim."

"You've made your move, but do you dare to kill him? There are many ways to take revenge, and your method of seeking instant gratification is far from clever."

Bang! Amelia mustered all her strength to sit up and then picked up an sshtray from the bedside table and threw it at Christopher, who dodged it.