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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.

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212: Tidying up Christopher Robinson_3

Christopher Robinson laughed, apparently amused by her anger.

Amelia Cobb felt a chill from his words.

Luckily, he knew his place.

Scratching his head, "Forget it."

Christopher glanced at Amelia and stood up, staring down at her: "Think about what gift you want. If I buy you a gift, shouldn't you at least cover the repair cost?"

Amelia: ...…..

"What's with the lipstick on your neck?"

Christopher stared at Amelia, resisting the urge to touch it.

"Blame me? Amelia, there wasn't even a female mosquito in that private room. Where did it come from?"

Christopher came closer, bending down and enclosing Amelia in his arms, bowing his head to gaze at hers.

"Are you really trying to pick a fight?"

Amelia didn't deny it but just leisurely replied, "Yes."

"You just hate seeing me do well, don't you?"

"If going to a nightclub is your idea of doing well? Then I want to do well too."