Chapter 37. My Feet Hurt

“It may be a little difficult to find out the reason for its brake failure. But it shouldn’t be a problem for me if I’m given enough time. And… I will charge a huge amount more than other car services I offered.”

Cristofer said at once, “No problem. Money is no question as long as you can give me the reason for the brake failure.”

Frank’s eyes immediately brightened, and he said, “Okay. Mr. Hans, where’s the car now? I can provide on-site service when you are available.”

Cristofer then took out his business card and handed it to Frank. “The car was scrapped after the car accident and taken to the scrapyard. It will take some time to find it. I will contact you when I find the exact scrapyard location. Here’s my card.”

“Okay. Okay. Mr. Hans, feel free to contact me anytime if you need me. I’m on call twenty-four hours a day,” Frank said happily.

Hearing the conversation between Cristofer and Frank, fine beads of sweat covered Gretchen’s forehead.