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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

349: My divorce from him is to create opportunities for Lin Jingzhou _1

Still in the hotel bedroom, Sandra Smith sat on the bed, hugging her blanket, her face wearing an expression of distress. Her listless appearance surprised Charles Glenn.

"What time is it?" Sandra seemed to remember something, her face showing a hint of panic.

"Very early, 4:25 in the morning."

Sandra:...Indeed very early.

"Could you pour me a glass of water?" She wiped her face, looking at Charles with eyes filled with a touch of pleading.

Charles, as a person, wasn't exactly a gentleman, but he wasn't a roughneck either.

He got up to pour Sandra a glass of water, even going as far as to bring her a mirror, seriously warning her, "Drink the water first before looking into the mirror, or else I fear you won't be able to swallow."

Sandra was skeptical of this.

The first thing she did upon getting the mirror was to look at her face.

Sure enough — time stood still.