"Oh, don't be so rude. As his wife, I should protect his innocence, but sometimes he really is too much.
He's in room 7520 of the Philia Grand Hotel right now. If you hurry, you might catch him red-handed. If possible, take my phone and snap a few pictures for me. I can use them to get out of this miserable marriage."
Laurel, who had originally intended to get up and fight back, relaxed at once when she heard that Catwoman was going after George. In the tone of a resentful wife, she revealed George's whereabouts to Catwoman.
She had been worrying over how to get rid of her husband George and take sole control of the entire company. Now that someone had come looking to cause George trouble, how could she possibly let such a heaven-sent opportunity slip by?
It would be best if Catwoman killed George. Even if she failed, as long as she took the phone, Laurel would have countless ways to pin George's death on Catwoman afterward.
Even if Catwoman later claimed that Meiling Cosmetics was poisonous, who would believe a murderer's words?
Besides, the public relations department of such a large company was no pushover.
"Looks like you're fairly obedient. I'll take the pictures for you, but you may not get the chance to use them."
Seeing how cooperative Laurel was, and remembering that Laurel had spoken up for her when George berated her at the company, Catwoman spared her. She picked up the phone from the nearby table and tucked it into the front of her waistband.
"Jerry, let's go!"
Catwoman padded over to the window and called to Jerry, who was lying on the sofa.
However, Jerry did not get up.
"Someone who can keep track of her husband's location at all times,