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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

370: Nathan Benjamin Bankruptcy_1

Very few people knew Christopher's handwriting.

Even fewer had heard his middle name, 宴庭, mentioned in recent years. Those two characters had almost become blacklisted in his life ever since the incident with Madeline. Only a close circle of acquaintances were aware of this.

Today, Lydia brought it up in front of Amelia.

What could this imply?

Amelia gently swirled the cup in her hand, her gaze surveying Lydia. A deep yet unfathomable smile hovered at the corner of her lips. "Miss Shire, are you talking about your time living at the Robinson Family's expense? Or perhaps your father's attempts at social climbing?"

Amelia tapped lightly on the cup as she watched Lydia become agitated.

"Is this Miss Shire's trump card?" Amelia was no saint.

From the moment Lydia entered, her discerning gaze scoured every nook and cranny of the room, observing Amelia's every detail. It was clear that she was prepared to strike at any moment.