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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

277: Die for Amelia Cobb?_4

At this moment, watching Christopher Robinson sitting beside the bed, carefully dealing with the bloodstains, her heart couldn't help but flutter.

For a girl who hadn't been carefully cared for in her youth to encounter such a husband upon growing up, it was inevitable that she would compare him with those people from her past, and Christopher Robinson was a true winner by comparison.

Oh, Christopher Robinson, you are indeed a master of capturing hearts.

Amelia Cobb walked slowly towards him, stood behind him, placed her hand on his shoulder, rested her chin on his head, and gently rubbed against him like a kitten.

Christopher paused, his silk pajamas on and his sleeves looking like they were about to fall down at any moment: "Changed already?"

Amelia grunted in response.

"Want to go back to the guest room and sleep for a while?" The man glanced at the time and tenderly suggested.

"And you?"