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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

300: Why do we have to know the truth? _2

Lydia held the order slip and stared at it for a moment.

Thinking of the green tea Amelia had just brought her, she felt a darkening of her face.

Feeling nauseous, she poured herself a glass of water and drank a large gulp.

For a moment, the nausea persisted.

She finished the rest of the water.

As Lydia put the glass down, she saw the items she'd brought back.

Amelia's words about adding the cost of the items to President Robinson's account still lingered in her mind.

"Do you see that bag?"

The manager followed her gaze and saw a bag in the corner.

"Later, I'll write a card, and you deliver it to Mrs. Cobb."

Upon hearing these words, the manager was surprised: "Isn't this too valuable?"

This brand's products are all at least six figures.

It's a waste to give something so expensive to Linda Kent.

There was also no need to try to please her with such a gift.

"If the gift wasn't valuable, wouldn't you think they'd even bother to look at it?"