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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 · 都市
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796 Chs

166: Did we know each other before? _1

Sophia had borne witness to Amelia's tactics; she had to rack her brains just to make a stand against her. If not, she would lose everything in a complete defeat.

At this moment, Sophia and Amelia presented two entirely different demeanor.

Sophia was doing her utmost to hide the truth, while Amelia, holding a teacup and leaning on the sofa, was looking at Sophia indifferently. She appeared as if she had everything under control at her fingertips.

A mere Sophia didn't deserve to trigger her disturbance.

"It's merely a bank transfer. What could it possibly prove?" Sophia defiantly denied her involvement.

Amelia lifted her cup to drink some tea, her gaze fell onto the cup, looking into it at the slightly turbid tea leaves, "A bank transfer is, indeed, nothing significant to others, but to me, it's proof."

"Perhaps I intended to transfer to someone else, and it was a mistake." countered Sophia.