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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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333: Can you still sleep? _1

That night, Amelia Cobb received a call from Christopher Robinson at midnight.

She was drowsy and sleepy.

When she answered the phone, her voice was a bit muffled.

Christopher, on the other hand, was wide awake. Hearing Amelia's drowsy voice, he became even more alert.

"Sleeping?" he asked at first, his tone fairly normal.

Amelia lazily hugged her blanket and turned, humming in response.

Christopher's anger instantly flared up: "You can still sleep?"

Amelia: ...

"You're sleeping soundly while your husband is alone in an empty room."

Amelia: ...

"How can you be so heartless at such a young age?"

Amelia: ...

Christopher's relentless questioning left Amelia breathing slightly unevenly.

For a moment, she didn't even dare to turn over.

Christopher's resentment filled the air, his aura comparable to that of a wronged ghost.

This series of questions left Amelia at a loss for how to answer.