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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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66: You are not Amelia Cobb_1

Amelia Cobb looked at the miserable situation in the Cobbs' Villa, feeling somewhat helpless.

She reached out and shook the blanket on the sofa, and the glass shards rattled down.

"Amelia, let me handle this!"

Kallie Rayno spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

Amelia was not a spoiled lady in her previous life, and she wasn't an idiot in life. She shook the blanket and cleaned up the glass shards with a broom.

"Amelia," Kallie said again.

"Call someone to fix the glass. I'll help Auntie clean up so that it doesn't rain at night," Amelia said calmly.

There wasn't much emotion to speak of. When things happened, they needed to be dealt with, not mourned and lamented over.

All of Kallie's emotions depended on Amelia's emotions. Kallie was like a frightened bird, afraid of losing her child, and even more like a mother afraid of losing her daughter. Amelia's nature was completely opposite to her life in the past decades, with no excessive attachment.