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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

314: The title is too hard to think of, give up ——_2

Betty Harrison: ...…

"She doesn't deserve it, so why do you follow her?"

"Because I don't have any better options."

Ben Clinton seriously answered her question.

Betty Harrison looked as if she wanted to see right through Ben Clinton, "When I was in high school, I wrote an essay about a protagonist with the same name as you."

"He was a soldier, a peacekeeping officer leading the way on the fringes, and also a hero."

"Are you him?"

Ben Clinton was deeply moved by these words. He never thought that someone would still remember him after so many years of leaving this country.

But he couldn't show his shock. He was now a fugitive, a nameless and unremarkable fugitive.

The fewer people that knew about his identity, the better.

One day, Betty Harrison said, "He is my idol."

The word "idol" felt like several mountains pressing down on his shoulders.

He never thought that someone like him, who had lived such a terrible life, could be someone else's idol.