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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.

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248: Who are you to comment on the woman of Christopher Robinson (8000)_2

These many years, and his business has never seen a decline?

Christopher Robinson watched as Old Mr. Jones' face grew increasingly ugly. The man drinking from his cup seemed to be enjoying a simple brew as if it was a vintage wine from 1982.

"Send Old Mr. Jones out."

Robinson glanced at the clock. It was half past nine -- usually, if Amelia Cobb had nothing to do, she'd be in bed reading by this time.

This man wasn't worth wasting his time on.

"Since President Robinson is so confident, I'll have to ask if whether everything about Zachary Jones was done by Mrs. Robinson."

Christopher Robinson didn't respond to Old Master Jones, he merely looked at Isaac Fenton, who handed him a USB stick.

"Old Mr. Jones, the police will give you the answer. You're excused."

That evening, Old Mr. Cobb returned home.

Sophia Taylor was in the living room and he asked her about the recent developments regarding Zachary Jones.

Sophia answered each question, showing no hint of anything amiss.