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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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239: I don't love you, it's your reason_1

Amelia Cobb had never imagined that one day she would become what she was now.

Holding medicine, sitting nearby, taking care of her sick husband.

Christopher Robinson, in his drowsy state, forced himself to focus and look at Amelia, "Did Madeline Carter give you a hard time?"

This question was too common, like a husband asking his wife if she had been wronged.

But it was these ordinary questions that made Amelia inexorably lose herself in warmth, as if he had done nothing yet everything at the same time.

Everything seemed so simple, yet also appeared so complex.

Amelia's heart was like a thousand tangled knots hanging at the door, impossible to unravel.

But fortunately, she had deep experience.

She had dealt with countless people, and her long life had taught her the secret of hiding herself, so at this very moment, she was not too weak.

She put down the cup in her hand: "No one can make me feel troubled."