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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 · Thành thị
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268: Feelings gradually heating up_1

Christopher Robinson had been drunk before.

In their line of work, getting drunk was a common occurrence.

Being sent to the hospital after a drinking binge was not unusual, either.

However, instances like today were quite rare.

Amelia Cobb stared blankly at Christopher being escorted in by Isaac Fenton and Juliet Walker, asking after a few seconds, "How much did he drink?"

Juliet placed Christopher on the couch in Amelia's room, with sweat dripping from the side of her forehead.

June, scorching summer.

Only one day left until July.

Christopher was lying on the couch, utterly wasted.

His eyebrows furrowed, showing a hint of disdain.

Seeing Isaac and his friends genuinely tending to Christopher with such ease, Amelia pressed down on the cotton swab and sat on her bed, watching him groaning on the couch.

Now and then, they would offer him water, or help him to the bathroom; in short, he was causing quite a commotion.