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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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317: Matthew Anderson feels both amused and annoyed_1

In the hotel, Matthew Anderson held a cigarette with wisps of smoke curling up.

He lowered his eyes, looking at Yvonne Jones. Although he was silent, his eyes had already betrayed him.

He replied with a question, "What do you think?"

What do you think! These three words were terribly cruel to her.

Cruel enough to make her brain momentarily unable to function.

As Matthew Anderson looked at her, wasn't he looking at a lowly clown?

Yvonne Jones's hand resting on her thigh was trembling, "Why?"

Matthew Anderson tapped ash into the sshtray with a faint, mocking laugh, "Family grudges among themselves— at most, an uncle would give a disobedient nephew a few pointers. But Penelope Jones barges in and still asks me why?"

"Don't you find yourself ridiculous?"

Matthew Anderson was both angry and amused by her furious "why".

It was amusing because she looked so foolish.

So much so that it was pitiful.