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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

83: Almost died at the hands of my own mother_1

Amelia Cobb is a treasure.

Each layer uncovered reveals something surprising.

It's hard to accept the surprises that come from layer by layer analysis.

Juliet Walker's astonished gaze fell on Isaac Fenton: "Really?"

Isaac Fenton nodded heavily: "The gentleman said it himself, it's absolutely true."

"With President Robinson's suspicions and precautions, it must be tough for Miss Cobb!"

Isaac Fenton thought, not just tough, but almost killed by the other party!

As long as Miss Cobb's identity is not clear, Mr. Robinson's suspicions will not dissipate, and the tense atmosphere between the two of them will not decrease at all.

The drawn sword act would probably be performed again.

"Isaac Fenton, come in," inside the office, the man's palm tapped on the table.

Isaac Fenton handed over the folder in his hand.