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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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359: The man's steady voice is like a tranquilizer.

When Amelia Cobb interrogated Christopher Robinson, the man adamantly denied knowledge of Silvia Swift.

Yet now, Charles Glenn used the words "debt of love" to reveal that the matter was inextricably linked to Christopher.

Amelia's gaze slowly shifted onto Christopher, before calming after a few seconds.

"Continue talking."

Charles threw a glance at Christopher, lifting his hand to take a sip of hot tea: "Do you remember President Robinson saving a busload of college students from human traffickers in Frovence five years ago?"

Christopher leaned on the couch and hummed affirmatively as a response.

"Those students ultimately were not saved," Charles bluntly informed Christopher of this harsh reality.

Christopher had saved them, but he had not completely saved them.

Back then, he was engrossed in his career. For such an indifferent person like him, lending a helping hand on a business trip when encountering a kidnapping incident was already an enormous exception.