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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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347: Caught dancing in a disco_1

"Are you okay?" Amelia Cobb stood outside the bathroom stall and asked loudly to Sandra Smith inside.

Since there was no response for a while, Amelia knocked on the door: "Sandra, you didn't fall asleep in the toilet, did you?"

"If you're asleep, I'm going to call Antony Brown to come and take you home."

"No way," Sandra, who had been drowsy on the toilet, instantly sobered up.

The name Antony Brown had become her reflex.

"Then come out," Amelia said impatiently.

The bar bathroom was filled with people coming and going. The smell of urine mixed with vomit and cigarettes was indeed not very pleasant.

Sandra staggered out of the bathroom, and Amelia caught her before giving a disgusted look and flushing the toilet Sandra had just used.

"You're really something. You're enjoying what Christopher Robinson has never experienced."

Sandra waved her hand: "Don't mention men, bad luck."

"Alright, alright, bad luck."

Amelia was helpless.