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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 · Urbano
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796 Chs

315: Strip off everything and throw it into Charlie Wood's coffin_1

Christopher Robinson knew that any of his explanations would not work in front of Amelia Cobb.

Amelia's life was just too different from the lives of others.

A girl who had been betrayed and conspired against had an unusually strong sense of vigilance.

Christopher was left without the power to refute.

It was the helplessness of knowing the endpoint was there but being unable to reach it and go their separate ways.

What could Christopher say?

Sorry?

He went pale.

He knew Amelia was not the kind of person who liked being passively hit, but he still made the choice for her.

Faced with something they disliked, they naturally had less patience.

Seeing Christopher Robinson silent, Amelia's anger grew stronger.

But she knew that, instead of quarreling, there were more important issues to deal with.

She reached out and brushed past Christopher into the bedroom, where Sadie and the others had just changed the sheets and bedding.