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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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288: Deceived to the Civil Affairs Bureau_3

The moment Maya Renee leaned against the car and fell, she saw Amelia Cobb stand up from her seat in the cafe and clap her hands.

Her demeanor seemed to cheer for everything that had happened.

Maya's head hit the side-view mirror, blood streaming across her face, the red liquid following her eyes to paint her cheeks.

Struggling, she saw a pair of red high heels appear in her line of sight.

She knew those were Amelia's shoes; she had just noticed them at the cafe earlier.

"Excuse me, I know her," Amelia's words successfully dispersed the crowd.

The onlookers saw Amelia squat down, disregarding whether her limited edition bag, which she casually tossed aside, would land in the blood. She pulled up her suit pants and squatted gracefully.