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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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243: Do you know that your lover is a murderer? _1

As Zachary Jones rolled down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of Amelia Cobb standing on the second floor in the Reception Room.

She stood tall at the entrance, with one hand in her pocket, looking at him as if he were an insignificant ant, emotionless and unfazed by life and death.

That cold feeling was even more frightening than the killing intent from Christopher Robinson.

The former was like looking down on all beings and watching you descend into hell, while the latter was personally sending you there. However, the former was even colder and more unfeeling than the latter, indifferent like an emotionless machine.

Suddenly, he thought of Evelyn Cobb.

The Evelyn Cobb whose every frown and smile was worth imitating.