After Laurel finished explaining, she cautiously looked at Russell. She was a sharp woman and could tell that Russell was not as easy to fool as Selina.
There was a fundamental difference between the two. If the foolish Selina posed no threat and could even be used as a pawn, then Russell was a hungry wolf that ate people without leaving bones behind. One careless move, and she could lose her life at his hands.
"Mr. Deathstroke, to show my sincerity, I can help unlock George's personal computer. If there really is something wrong with the company's products, the answer is probably on that computer." Laurel brushed aside the long hair hanging by her ear, generously displaying her well-maintained, charming face. With an inadvertent movement, her shoulder strap slipped down slightly.
The sight made Selina somewhat unhappy. Women often understood women best, and she knew perfectly well what Laurel was doing.
Driven by a cat's instinct to guard her food, she began to reject Laurel!
Granted, Russell was not her type of rotten fish, but Laurel was reaching her claws into the cat's food bowl right in front of her to steal something. Did Selina not have any pride?
Selina had overthought it. Laurel truly did not see her as a rival. Sexy did not mean skintight suits. For a little girl like her, if there were a hundred men, Laurel could hook a finger and take all one hundred away.
"Heh heh!"
Russell smiled without warmth and snorted twice. Laurel's movements had been natural, without any deliberate seduction, as if every word and gesture carried an innate allure. It might not have been intentional, but he simply did not believe it...
He could not help it. The sense of déjà vu from Basic Instinct was too strong!
"Ms. Laurel,