When Luo Qiao arrived, Emma rushed over: "Luo, where have you been? Steven and I didn't see you."
Luo Qiao replied with a smile: "Went back to the apartment to rest for a bit."
Emma, frustrated by her nonchalant manner, didn't know what to say: "Luo, aren't you nervous at all?"
Luo Qiao settled her things: "Being nervous will only affect my performance. I'm going into this match with a normal state of mind and will give it my all. That's my plan."
Emma whispered: "They've placed bets, betting on your loss, with odds of ten to one. Steven and I bet on your win."
Luo Qiao laughed and took out fifty thousand US Dollars from her bag: "Place a bet on me to win, who knows, maybe I'll be a little rich girl soon."
As time was almost up, Luo Qiao went next door to change clothes, then walked over to where Emma and Steven were sitting.
