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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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Amelia Cobb sat in the car, watching the retreating neon lights through the window, and sighed slightly.

If Sylvia Johnson knew her thoughts at this moment, she would definitely use the four words "hypocritical and convenient" to describe them, enjoying the benefits that Christopher Robinson's reputation brought her, but not wanting to admit that she was enjoying this privilege.

Frankly, she was feeling the pressure of society's cruelty on her head now.

A cough broke the silence in the taxi.

Amelia covered her mouth, coughing with her head bowed, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.

"Miss, do you have a cold?"

Amelia didn't respond to the driver's conversation.

The driver continued, "Frovence has been hit hard by the flu recently, with many schools delaying their start dates."

"Young people need to take care of their health."

Through the rearview mirror, the driver glanced at Amelia, "I don't think that Bentley is following us anymore. Shall we keep going?"