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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

233: As the Mistress of D&T Group_2

"Admit it or not, you can't change the fact that you are her."

Amelia's smile didn't fade, and she wouldn't admit to Antony's words; because admitting this didn't do her any good.

"No matter who I am, I'm myself. What does Mr. Brown want to prove? Prove that I'm not me, and then what? Does that bring you any benefit or make you feel better?"

Antony laughed loudly, his sharp tone remained: "Comfort? Never mind, whether Edward Cobb admits or not, it doesn't matter to me."

He put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Edward Cobb came to me, not just to chat with me, right?"

"International Steel?"

"Mr. Brown is a wise man."

"Why does Edward Cobb think I will hand over my company's profits to a company that has only just emerged?"

"Or do you think the International Negotiation Institute is not as good as you?"