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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
796 Chs

176: One Step Away from the Truth_6

She quickly approached and, disregarding everything else, reached out and grabbed Christopher Robinson's collar.

Looking down on him, she gritted her teeth and stared at him: "If it were you, I'd kill you."

Amelia Cobb, in her rage, didn't see this.

As she charged toward Christopher, he reflexively hid the hand holding the cigarette behind his back.

It seemed as if he was trying to avoid burning her.

Their eyes met, and Christopher didn't dodge her gaze. He stared straight at Amelia.

Finally, he said heavily and calmly, "Fine."

That night, Christopher's word of "fine" marked the end.

Amelia let go of Christopher's collar, squatted down in front of him, and burst into tears. Her heart-wrenching sobs were like a mournful requiem.

In June of his 10th year, Christopher had not yet turned thirty.

He had seen countless women cry in front of him — relatives, subordinates, enemies.

But no matter how heartbreaking the cries of others were, he always felt like a bystander.

But now,