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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

347: Caught Clubbing_2

Seeing Antony Brown react like this, he said nothing more.

"Sandra Smith, let go."

Antony Brown tugged at Sandra Smith's arm.

Sandra Smith clung tightly to Charles Glenn's arm, refusing to let go.

In the back and forth, Charles Glenn's arm was stretched far away.

Amelia Cobb watched the chaotic scene unfolding before her, somewhat taken aback.

Charles Glenn glanced down at an intoxicated Sandra Smith, and a cold snort echoed, "You're about to tear my arm off."

"Help me."

Sandra Smith squinted at him; Charles Glenn, looking at the tears in her eyes, felt somewhat reluctant.

Perhaps because he was used to seeing her always in control as a successful woman.

Suddenly becoming so vulnerable, it was difficult for him to adjust.

"Do you have money?" Charles Glenn's hoarse voice asked.

Sandra Smith nodded: "Yes."

"If I beat him up, will you cover the medical expenses?"

Sandra Smith sniffled, then nodded again: "I will."