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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

71: I will always be your strong backing_1

Amelia Cobb looked at the milk in front of her, a sense of alarm sirens in her heart.

If she were still Amelia Cobb, she would have downed the milk without hesitation. But now... she wasn't.

She had verified this earlier.

Christopher Robinson's suspicions about her had not diminished, but rather increased day by day.

If she refused to drink the milk now, he would try again, but if she drank it, she could be courting her own death.

She might never live to see tomorrow's sun.

After all, if Christopher Robinson knew she was not Amelia Cobb, and she didn't have an access card, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Leaning on the chair, she gazed at Christopher Robinson, her eyes deep and guarded, yet calm: "Does Mr. Robinson not know of his fiancee's milk allergy?"

Christopher Robinson had imagined two possibilities: she would either drink it or find an excuse to avoid it.

He never expected her to respond so bluntly.

"Is that so?"