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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

276: Madeline Carter's Depression_3

Both Madeline Carter and Christopher Robinson paid a heavy price in this relationship.

With Christopher's methods, if Madeline were his subordinate, she would have been dead a thousand times by now.

But it just so happened that she occupied the identity of his mother to act wildly and commit all kinds of atrocities without repentance.

And Christopher, after all, did not have the determination to kill his mother.

He endured and retreated, time and time again.

Madeline probably grasped his psychology, so she repeated her actions unabashedly.

As Amelia Cobb came out of the bathroom, Christopher happened to press his cigarette into the ashtray.

"What's wrong?" Amelia gently inquired.

"Just a small matter," Christopher replied softly.

Amelia, not being someone who enjoys prying, knew the deeper meaning behind his words, and nodded: "You go ahead, and I'll go for a jog."