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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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74: Christopher Robinson's Biological Mother_1

When William Cobb returned home, he saw Amelia sitting on the sofa and hesitated for a moment.

"Amelia, didn't you go to school today?"

"Today is the weekend, Dad," Amelia explained.

She looked at William, her clear eyes scanning over him, "Were you busy all morning, Dad?"

"Yes," William removed his coat and casually draped it over the sofa.

"Is work not going well? You seem very troubled."

Amelia asked this sweetly, trying to use her innocent demeanor to coax William into saying something.

She put down the book in her hand, walked toward William, and pressed her long fingers gently on his temples.

Her daughter's warmth eased some of the fatigue in William's heart, and he sighed.

"Amelia is so good," William softened his voice and sighed sentimentally.

"One of your dad's colleagues passed away. His family is unwilling to accept this fact and has been at odds with one another."