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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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292: What do you think the relationship between Shi Yue and Christopher Robinson would be? _2

Matthew Anderson was slightly taken aback.

Amelia Cobb had an air of luxurious laziness, nurtured into her, a characteristic he noticed the first time he met her.

How long had passed since then?

This deep-rooted laziness had already taken root in her.

The power of money?

Or the power of love?

Between the two, he was more inclined to believe the former. Christopher Robinson was not a man who would love someone with all his heart.

Before Matthew Anderson and Amelia Cobb could sort out their thoughts, Christopher Robinson casually emerged from the entrance of the coffee room.

Amelia Cobb spied Christopher Robinson's figure through the windshield, her lips curling slightly, and looked at Matthew Anderson, "Secretary Anderson?"

There was a hint of inquiry and profound meaning in her soft call.