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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 · ชีวิตในเมือง
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307: Sudden wind on a flat ground_3

Ben Clinton dared not take another step closer as he saw the fruit knife in Amelia Cobb's hand.

The servants, originally in the living room, were all frightened and speechless at the sight before them.

Manipulate her?

Fine, fine, fine, manipulate her.

Amelia staggered, walking tentatively up the stairs. Ben followed behind her, wanting to lend a hand but constantly retracting it.

Her life was not as important as Christopher Robinson's business interests. As she climbed to the top floor, full of energy and spirit, his support for her faded, and he still smiled and said he loved her.

Is this love? If this is so-called love, Christopher Robinson is even worse than Henry Wood.

If this is love, how should those who die for love deal with themselves?

Amelia pushed open the door to Christopher's study and saw a massive wedding photo on the floor.

Something flashed through her mind.

She thought back to their wedding.