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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

223: Poked _3

In the bustling city, Vivian looked at the bodyguards surrounding them and asked Henry Wood in a low voice, "Why are you doing this?"

"For a promise," Henry touched the blood on the corner of his lips.

His lips carried a cold, bitter smile.

"That's Christopher Robinson's woman. By doing this, you're undoubtedly digging your own grave. If you weren't part of the Wood family, you would have died countless times because of this," Vivian said softly, chastising him.

Henry didn't try to defend himself. He took a voice recorder from his pocket and handed it to her, "One last time, help me deliver this to Amelia."

Vivian hesitated to take the voice recorder, fearing something bad might happen.

She had a vague feeling that Christopher knew something, but he was too busy with wedding matters to find her.

"What's this?"

"A secret file she needs to know."

Vivian looked at him, "You should know that if this thing poses a threat to President Robinson, I won't be able to save you."