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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

295: He asked: "What time will you return?"_2

In the face of death?

These four words were not favorable for Amelia Cobb. She would argue with anyone who said them to her, but for some inexplicable reason, she was more willing to tolerate them from Christopher Robinson.

"Facing death could be applicable to anyone but me. Does Mr. Robinson really have so little faith in his wife?"

Amelia replied breezily.

From the beginning of August, ten years ago, Charlie Wood had an inkling that someone had been pulling the strings behind the scenes but couldn't find the source.

At this moment, he was like an animal whose shinbone had been snapped off, waiting helplessly to be beaten.

The schemer's whip came lashing down again and again while he could only wail helplessly, without any way to fight back.

Someone hidden in the dark rubbed his face in the dirt.

He still had no idea who it was.

As Amelia said, the person facing death would not be her.

That evening, the Wood family was in turmoil.