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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

282: Do you know Lydia Shire?_2

Respect life, respect the cycle of the world.

Like the Virgin Mary standing on a Buddhist altar.

Compassionate for those who are suffering and struggling.

Perhaps the venue was too quiet, Amelia Cobb slowly turned around, looking at the people standing behind her. Her gaze returned to Lydia Shire: "It's just an objective assessment; Miss Shire wouldn't mind, right?"

Wouldn't she mind?

No, no, no. Lydia thought to herself, she minded very much.

Her years of hard work had been brushed off as worthless by Amelia's words.

It was as if she were a thief, stealing other people's lives to make a name for herself.

At this moment, however, she couldn't vent her anger. Facing Amelia's belittling words, she couldn't argue back.

Lydia was silent for a moment.

Amelia spoke again, with a hint of moral coercion: "If there's no freedom to criticize, then praise is meaningless."