Chapter 117. Can I Still Call You Sir?

Biting her lip nervously, Gretchen didn’t know what to say.

If she told Cristofer that to marry him, she pretended to be pregnant, and that she pretended to miscarry to frame Estelle up, she would be doomed.

But if she didn’t tell him the truth, she was afraid that Cristofer would lose his mind and do something to her.

Just then, her phone rang and broke the tense atmosphere.

Gretchen breathed a sigh of relief, quickly walked aside, and answered the phone.

“Hello, this is Gretchen.”

“Hi, Gretchen. This is Frank. Sorry to bother you so late.”

Frank? At the thought that Frank had told Cristofer about her changing shifts with him before, Gretchen felt a sudden surge of anger and asked coldly, “What’s up?”

“Well, when you worked in the 4S shop, you were responsible for the after-sales service and maintenance of the cars of Mr. Hans’ family. Where did you put the maintenance records of the cars?”

Gretchen frowned slightly and asked, “