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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

174: Drank too much

Amelia Cobb couldn't quite understand whether it was a compliment or not at the moment.

That night, when Amelia returned to Orchard Garden, Christopher Robinson had not yet returned home.

Sadie informed her that he had a social engagement and might stay out for the night.

If he didn't return by midnight, she should go to sleep on her own.

Such days were rare for Amelia, and she couldn't help but smile upon hearing the news.

Sadie didn't know what to say as she watched her.

She felt that the young girl's thoughts were far beyond those of someone in her early twenties.

Her message that she didn't need a man was just too obvious.

"Miss Amelia, have you had dinner?"

"I feel like having hot pot, can it be arranged?"

Sadie hesitated, then looked at Amelia apologetically.

"Sir never eats such things, so there are no ingredients in the kitchen. How about we make do today, and I'll arrange for hot pot tomorrow?"

Amelia was somewhat disappointed: "I see."