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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 · Urbain
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059: Witnessing the funeral with my own eyes_1

Christopher Robinson abruptly stopped his hand on the medicine box, staring at Amelia Cobb with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes.

Must the world be informed about one's death?

That sentence sounded too resentful.

But coincidentally, it reminded Christopher of something, and he gazed down at Amelia squatting on the ground.

The suspicion in his eyes seemed ready to drip out like water.

However, it seemed that Amelia had uttered that sentence unintentionally.

She was oblivious to his scrutiny.

With the glass in hand, she swallowed some ibuprofen.

She squatted on the ground, hugging her knees for a while before standing up.

Seeing Christopher motionless, she looked at him with puzzled eyes.

In the dead of night, Christopher's suspicion was magnified by the still air.

"Because I want to become a true realist, not a fuzzy-headed ant..."

As this sentence slowly came out from Christopher's thin lips, Amelia's heart raced.