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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 · สมัยใหม่
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796 Chs

82: Psychological Illness_1

Christopher Robinson's gaze at Amelia Cobb was filled with a touch of playfulness, and he sneered, "You won't let me off the hook even if I die?"

The man tapped the ash off his cigarette, snuffed it out in the sshtray, and with his now-free hand, grabbed Amelia. "Let's go! Not letting me off the hook means you'll have to kill me first."

Amelia's arm was lifted by Christopher Robinson.

She stared at him, her gaze filled with a viciousness that didn't belong to her age. "Mr. Robinson, you have psychological trauma, don't you?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the living room became quiet.

Amelia's calm words came again: "You're interested in me, you want to control me, but you doubt me. So you try all kinds of ways to test and investigate me. Ordinary people wouldn't do this. Mr. Robinson, do you need a therapist?"

A man who was interested in a girl and wanted to control her while in a premarital relationship should love her in a normal way.