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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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Before long, the coffee and tea were served.

As Amelia Cobb lifted her coffee cup, she glanced through the glass door of the cafe at Christopher Robinson, who was outside taking a phone call.

The man was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt that day.

Stripped of his formal attire, he appeared less sharp and more gentle.

The man had one hand on his phone and the other on his waist.

He must have heard something amusing as he smiled softly, looking down at his phone.

One didn't need to hear him to know his laughter was likely hearty and pleasant from the look on his face.

Maybe sensing Amelia Cobb's gaze, the man outside the window glanced back.

As their eyes met, Amelia slowly looked away.

A hint of disdain was evident in her lowered eyes.

Yes, disdain.

Lydia Shire noted this correctly.

When Amelia's gaze had shifted away from Christopher Robinson, it was heavy with contempt.

Feeling this scorn, Lydia tightened her grip on her cup.