Chapter 200 What Reward Do You Wan

No sooner had she uttered those words and Gretchen heard the melodic chime of the fingerprint door lock being released. In the blink of an eye, Cristofer swung the door open and entered the room. Fixing his gaze upon Gretchen, he furrowed his brow and addressed her directly in a low, commanding tone, "Tell me, what else do you want?" "Can't you be nicer to me?" Gretchen said with dissatisfaction. "I'm pregnant with your child, after all. Besides, don't you want me to donate my lungs to Estelle? I guess that you haven't found any other suitable donor, right?" When Cristofer heard her words, blue veins stood out on his temples. He gritted his teeth and said, "Cut the crap. Money, house, shares, or my company? Just tell me what you want directly." Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Gretchen asked, "You are even willing to give me your company?" "As long as you are willing to donate your lungs to Estelle, you can even claim my life." "Do you love her so much?" Gretchen chuckled. "