"Uncle Edmund, could you please ask someone to help me up first?" Grace Miller looked at him pitifully.
Edmund Thompson called two security guards over, who helped Grace Miller up, one on each side.
Since her feet were covered in oil and she couldn't stand steadily, they had to bring over a chair for her to sit on.
After sitting down properly, Grace Miller started to sob softly, "Uncle Edmund, it was the cleaner. When we were talking just now, there was a cleaner cleaning around here."
"Where is the cleaner?" Edmund Thompson called out, and several cleaners immediately ran over.
"Miss Miller, which one is it?"
"I... I... I can't tell. They all wear the same clothes."
Watching Grace Miller acting, Claire Wentworth suddenly burst out laughing.
"Miss Miller, using the cleaner as a sca
