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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

160: You might as well just tell me to become a monk_1

Christopher Robinson was a man of his word.

The fact that he later placed Amelia Cobb on the master bedroom's big bed showed that he had no intention of letting her go in the future.

How could he let a woman he had his sights on, slip away so easily from his grasp?

Amelia looked at the locked door, a feeling of fear surging in her heart. After trying several times, she slowly closed her eyes, calmed her overflowing emotions, and turned to look at Christopher: "What does Mr. Robinson mean by this?"

The man stood at the door of the study, enjoying Amelia's struggle.

At this moment, he seemed to be standing on the shore, watching Amelia struggling against the water.

"It means exactly what Miss Cobb sees it to be," the man said coldly, parting his thin lips just slightly.

Amelia's hand on the doorknob slowly withdrew, her gaze turning from slight anger to indifference as she looked at Christopher.

Her derisive words were like sharp needles: "Is Mr. Robinson lacking a woman?"