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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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323: Let's get a divorce_2

Lydia Shire walked through the numerous corridors, around several long galleries before she reached the destination the butler had described.

The weather was slightly cool at the end of October.

Annie Sutton, dressed in a white dress and draped with a cashmere shawl, stood in the greenhouse watching gardeners trim the branches of the plants.

Upon seeing this, Lydia's figure stiffened a bit.

Running into someone wearing the same outfit isn't scary, but running into Annie Sutton is another story.

After all, the lady before her held a status much higher than her own.

"Madam, here she comes."

The call from behind made Annie turn slightly around.

Upon seeing Lydia, the first thing she noticed was the same colored dress on her. She didn't say anything, but rather, shifted her gaze slowly back to Lydia's face, "Miss Shire, you're here?"

"Madam."

"Let's go in."

Annie glanced at the butler standing next to her and walked beside Lydia, leading her towards the main house.