Fatty's face changed completely when her eyes glanced at the cards Melody placed on the table, yet she had the smallest cards in her hand, not even close to winning.
"Fatty, we've already played, it's your turn," Nina was initially worried that Melody Thorne might lose, but seeing the change in Fatty's expression when she laid down her cards, her concerns were eased.
Fatty, accustomed to mixing in the bar scene, quickly regained her composure and handed her cards to a subordinate behind her. When the subordinate placed the cards on the table, they had already turned into the highest point cards.
"You lost," Fatty said, lighting a lady's cigarette.
"Your subordinate clearly switched the cards just now," Nina snorted, pointing to a corner of the room, "There's surveillance there, we can check it. Your cards couldn't possibly beat ours."
