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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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281: Arguing again_2

Lydia Shire smiled slightly, "Yes, one night I had a burst of inspiration and thought of this painting, so I just wrote it down."

"Has Miss Shire been to Xyria?"

"Well, not really, it's just an inspired sketchbook."

Lydia gently explained.

"The oil painting is not bad, but Miss Shire still hasn't painted the key point."

"Oh?" Lydia was surprised, looking at Amelia, "Miss Cobb, do you have any unique insights?"

As Lydia asked this question, the others in the art studio turned their attention to her.

"Liberation," Amelia's gaze remained on the painting.

"The man on the verge of death at that time felt that death was a kind of liberation. Miss Shire's painting skills are excellent, but she did not convey this emotion."