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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

277: Die for Amelia Cobb? _3

He couldn't tolerate anyone destroying his marriage.

"Mom, who was that just now?"

In the coffee room, Sophia Cobb watched a long-haired figure leaving, probably someone she had never seen in the upper social circles of the capital before, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"An artist," Linda Kent replied casually.

"Where did this artist come from? So young? There are plenty of rich young men in the capital who love this type; isn't that something they'd fight for?"

Sophia knew all too well the ways of the young men of the capital, who claimed to love liberal arts but during parties, their eyes only sought out those with big chests.

And Lydia Shire, with her artistic young woman appearance, indeed had an attractive figure. Wasn't that just what those young men liked?

In the daytime, they'd flaunt with an artsy girl, and at night they'd party wildly.