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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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368: Start tidying up Ella Kent_2

Need a cigarette to calm down.

Christopher Robinson's tone wasn't harsh, but his seemingly careless attitude sent a chill down Ella Kent's spine.

Glancing at the people present, no one seemed to think that Christopher's words were rude just now.

She forced a smile, her back drenched in cold sweat, but for the sake of face, she still mustered the courage to speak: "I had too much to drink, President Robinson won't mind, right?"

Bang— Christopher Robinson, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, kicked Ella Kent in the stomach.

It seemed that Ella hadn't expected Christopher to suddenly attack her. She crashed into the wine tower behind her, and in an instant, the glasses shattered.

Fortunately, the night's banquet hall had carpet on the floor.

The noise wasn't too loud.

Christopher Robinson's fury was ignited.

It was so quiet in the surroundings, you could hear a pin drop.

There weren't many people in the world who could ignite his fury.