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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

369: Shi Yue: I wonder if my relationship with President Robinson would be enough. _3

"Let her in."

Today, Lydia Shire was wearing a light pink coat, its collar framed her rosy cheeks, making her look delicate and charming.

Quite different from Amelia Cobb's professionalism.

"What would you like to drink, Miss Shire?" Amelia's tone was gentle.

"Tea, thank you."

Amelia understood and called Betty Harrison: "Serve Miss Shire a cup of tea."

Betty hesitated, "Green tea?"

Amelia glanced at Lydia and nodded slowly, "That works; it suits Miss Shire's image."

Lydia could hear the mockery in Amelia's words, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she laughed, "Remember to make it strong; I don't drink regular green tea."

Her implication was clear: she was no ordinary person.

Amelia's slender fingertips rested on her knee.

With a downward glance, Lydia noticed the bare nails on Amelia's hand.

Previously, whenever they met, Amelia's nails were always well-manicured and painted. But now, they were plain and unadorned.

The simple change did not go unnoticed by Lydia.