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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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But kindness doesn't mean there are no hidden daggers.

For example, Sandra Smith could sense the underlying meaning in Antony Brown's seemingly reasonable request.

Seeing Sandra standing still, Saxon Garcia raised his eyebrows, "Secretary Carter, am I right?"

"You are, Mr. Garcia," at the table, apart from Antony Brown, the only people who could speak at night were Christopher Robinson and Saxon Garcia.

It wouldn't make sense for her to refuse Christopher and then refuse Saxon as well.

Sandra put down the bottle in her hand, picked up the wine glass, and smiled faintly at Christopher: "President Robinson, let me toast to you."

"You're toasting me with beer, Secretary Carter?" Christopher's handsome, smiling face looked at Sandra.

But the twist at his heart was obviously intended for Antony Brown.

Sandra glanced at the glass in front of Christopher, understood, and poured some white wine into another glass: "President Robinson."