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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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353: You seem to know a lot about Lydia Shire_2

Big Boss was in a bad mood, and the vice presidents below him were cautious.

Employees didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Lydia Shire does have some ability."

"Anyone who can toy with Nathan Benjamin can't be too bad."

Sylvia Johnson still felt puzzled: "So how can President Robinson manage to defuse a bomb from the very beginning?"

Juliet Walker: ... Although I know, I dare not say.

Juliet opened the car window and threw out the cigarette butt in her hand: "You have to ask President Robinson. How can I guess the boss's thoughts?"

The car started, leaving only the exhaust fumes in the winter street to disappear.

In the villa at night, Amelia Cobb lay on a floral quilt, holding a cat's tail in her hand.

The sound of running water in the bathroom behind her gradually stopped.

Christopher Robinson came out in his pajamas, wiping his wet hair, and standing by the bed, driving the cat away with a towel.

His big palm landed on Amelia's waist: "Still sore?"