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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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307: Sudden wind on a flat ground_1

The rain curtain was hazy, and Henry Wood stood still, unable to move.

Sadie's words, however, did not stop there.

"It doesn't matter who died in that spring shower. Dead is dead. What could be done? The dead can't make choices, but those who survive have many choices."

These words were all handed to her word by word by Amelia Cobb.

Where to go to, what to say.

What tone, what mood, all were handed to her bit by bit by Amelia Cobb.

She thought that doing this would undoubtedly complicate things for herself. However, seeing the international translator's expression at this moment, Sadie's admiration for Amelia Cobb increased.

In the reception room, Amelia Cobb leaned on the sofa, closing her eyes to rest.

Her brow was slightly furrowed, her body looked somewhat fatigued. Seeing this, the servant asked in a low voice if she wished to rest upstairs, to which she shook her head slightly.

"Has he left?"