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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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252: How do you think I would answer?_1

As for Christopher Robinson, it was definitely false to say that he had no desire for control.

He could be casual and indifferent toward things that did not concern him.

But for Amelia Cobb - he could not.

In a sense, Amelia was his possession, and there could be no mistakes.

When Amelia received Christopher's call, she had already left the tennis court and was driving back to Orchard Garden.

When she saw the three words "Christopher Robinson" moving on her cellphone screen, she was inexplicably frightened.

A sense of terror crawled up her back.

Amelia's first reaction was that Christopher must have known something; otherwise, there would be no such call today.

Thousands of solutions spread through Amelia's mind, but no matter how many ways to resolve the situation, she had to answer the phone quickly when faced with the urgent ringtone.

"Where are you?" The man's voice was cold and harsh.

Amelia gripped the steering wheel while waiting for the red light: "On the way home."