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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

88: I am not a secretary who can be stepped on_1

Amelia Cobb half-leaned on the sofa, flipping through a French book in her hands.

She had taken off her shoes and nestled directly on the sofa.

From Christopher Robinson's recent actions, it was clear that he wouldn't let her off so easily.

Instead of struggling with him in her current situation, she might as well accept this relationship naturally.

After all, there wasn't a second person in the capital more reliable than Christopher Robinson as a backer.

Amelia leisurely nestled on the sofa, flipping through the pages of the book, across from her—a skyline of skyscrapers in the CBD

business center of the capital.

Towering high, the sky within reach.

Just as she was about to turn a page, a cup of coffee appeared in her peripheral vision. Amelia thought it was Isabella Martinez, but when she looked over, she saw Christopher Robinson standing beside her.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Mr. Robinson."

"Hmm?"