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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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776 Chs

357: I want to see Christopher Robinson_1.

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The night was pitch-black, eerily quiet, and a cold wind blew from one end of the alley to the other.

It came howling in and then howled its way out.

The angry roars sounded like lost souls laughing in the darkness of the night.

The clomping of boots seemed to be their accompaniment.

"Mr. Cobb," said the woman, sitting in the car, blood slowly oozing from wounds on her head.

Amelia Cobb stood, hands in her pockets, staring at her from a distance.

The icy demeanour in her eyes was enough to freeze anyone in place: "Silvia Swift?"

"It's me," replied Silvia, a faint smile on her lips. She didn't seem embarrassed at being caught, rather there was a sense of silent resignation.

"Why?" Amelia asked.

The woman before her was unexpected.

The young woman, fresh out of university, had said that the first job application she ever handed out was to her. That's why she hired her, chose her.

But it seemed now that everything Silvia had said was nothing more than a plausible excuse.