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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

288: Deceiving the County Clerk's Office_4

"Mr. Brown, if I were you at this moment, I would choose to speak directly instead of beating around the bush like a woman."

Antony laughed, his tone sarcastic: "How could I, an outsider, comment on the matters between you and your wife, right?"

"Good or bad to say, you've already started talking. Don't I know what kind of person Mr. Brown is? Do I not know if I'm a dirty turtle or a clean one?!"

Antony suddenly laughed: "Edward, you may not know that my favorite thing to do is to watch those high and mighty people fall from their pedestals. How could my telling you be as thrilling as you discovering it yourself?"

Amelia sneered, then slowly straightened herself, leaning back in the rear seat.

The fingertips resting on her thighs rubbed intermittently.

"What are you thinking about, Mr. Cobb? If there's anything you need, just tell me directly, since we're friends. If I can help, I will."