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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

285: One-Year Anniversary_1

Amelia Cobb was kind to Betty Harrison, just like how she used to be kind to her younger self who was determined to climb the social ladder.

Seeing her younger self, Amelia felt a moment of vertigo due to the familiarity.

What Amelia didn't realize was that, to Betty, she was like a shining light, a god.

An irreplaceable presence amongst everything in the world.

At five o'clock that day, as Amelia was packing up to leave, Betty knocked on the door and handed her a box.

Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly: "What is this?"

"A one-year anniversary gift," Betty said, somewhat embarrassed. "It's not anything valuable, just a pair of cups."

Amelia took the box and looked it over: "You know, it's not about the value of the gift, but who gives it. Anything you give me, whether it's expensive or not, I would find it priceless."

Over the years, Amelia has never cared about the value of the gifts she received but who gave them to her.