"Let's go over there together and see if they need two translators," Grace Winslow whispered to Joanne Chase. "If they do, we can observe them. If we confirm they're actually smugglers, we'll secretly report them to the police."
Joanne Chase immediately grew tense and afraid. "Grace, isn't this too risky? I-I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid. Just stick with me, translate what needs translating, do what you need to do, and don't worry about anything else. I'll memorize their faces. Leave reporting them to the police to me." Grace Winslow squeezed Joanne Chase's hand.
Joanne Chase took a deep breath. "Grace, is doing something like this worth it?"
"Of course it's worth it. These people are stealing our cultural relics and selling them abroad, making who knows how much dirty money. Those things are our national treasures! How can we just let them ship them away?"
"We can't be sure about them yet, but if they really are smugglers, we can't just look the other way now that we know."
