Chapter 225 The Way Rosalie Used to Cry

Rosalie spoke a few words to Abigail before leaving with Crispin. Just as they reached the elevator, Camelia hobbled up, her arm strapped in a cast and sling. She looked roughed up, but her eyes were smug. Just then, the elevator doors slid open, and Camelia followed them inside. She let out a mocking laugh and said smugly, "Firmament's getting pulled, isn't it? What a pity! Your only solid project is gone. I heard the AI competition is reviewing past work first. Without Firmament, it's doubtful you'll even qualify to enter." Rosalie glanced at the cast. "You really want to provoke me with just one working arm? Aren't you afraid I'll hire someone to snap the other one? I doubt the AI competition needs a contestant with two broken hands." Crispin took a step forward and cracked his knuckles. "No need to hire anyone, Rosalie. I've got it!" He shot Camelia a disdainful look. "She's so nasty. I don't like the way she talks. You want her right hand broken, right? No problem!" He reac