Chapter 794 "Bell World"

"Madam, while I understand your plight, it's imperative to address the situation with prudence and legal recourse," Catwoman advised, her tone measured yet resolute. "Regardless of personal grievances, resorting to extralegal methods can have dire consequences."

"Oh now, don't be so rude by threatening me." Laurel took a deep breath before revealing where her husband's location, "He is now in room 7520 of the Philia Hotel. If you go quickly, you may be able to catch him. If possible, bring my phone and take two photos for me. I can use this opportunity to get out of this miserable marriage."

Laurel's willingness to divulge George's location betrayed a vulnerability borne of marital strife, yet Catwoman remained steadfast in her commitment to upholding the law.

"Room 7520 of the Philia Hotel, you say? Your cooperation is appreciated," Catwoman acknowledged, her mind already strategizing the next move.

However, Laurel's eagerness to see harm befall her husband raised ethical concerns. Catwoman knew that taking a life, regardless of the circumstances, was not a course of action to be taken lightly.

"Rest assured, I'll procure the evidence you seek, but I must stress the importance of legal avenues in resolving disputes," Catwoman cautioned, her gaze unwavering.

In the realm of corporate intrigue, the dynamics were complex, and appearances could be deceiving. Catwoman understood the precarious nature of navigating such treacherous waters.

"Furthermore, allegations of product toxicity require thorough investigation and substantiation before they can be pursued in a legal context," Catwoman added, ensuring Laurel comprehended the gravity of her accusations.

As they prepared to depart, Catwoman couldn't help but ponder the ethical dilemma at hand. In a world where justice often danced on a razor's edge, she knew that upholding the law was paramount, even in the face of personal vendettas.

Observing Laurel's apparent sincerity and recalling past instances where Laurel had defended her during confrontations with George, Catwoman decided to spare her. She retrieved the mobile phone from the nearby table, concealing it within the confines of her waistband.

"Jerry, it's time to go," Catwoman announced, gracefully gliding towards the window with feline grace, addressing her feline companion who lounged upon the nearby sofa.

However, Jerry remained unmoved, his gaze fixed upon Laurel with a discerning scrutiny.

"A woman capable of manipulating her husband's whereabouts and relationships with such precision is far from simple. Most of what she divulged to you just now was a fabrication. She's deceiving you," Jerry declared, his voice imbued with a profound insight.

"A talking cat!" Laurel's initial amusement gave way to disbelief as Jerry's unexpected revelation unfolded before her eyes.

To Laurel, Catwoman embodied little more than a peculiar individual adorned in eccentric attire—a mere psychopath with a knack for acrobatics. But Jerry's ability to articulate her intentions and unveil her true motives left her utterly flabbergasted.

Catwoman, placing unwavering trust in Jerry's instincts, wordlessly reversed course, her determination unwavering as she turned her sights towards Beau-line, poised to confront the true mastermind behind the sinister plot.

"You know what they say about talking cats. They are dangerous!"

"No one will bat an eye if I killed a couple of cats!" Laurel declared, her facade of composure shattered, replaced by a ferocious determination as she confronted Catwoman in the bedroom.

With the revelation of Beau-line's consequences, Laurel abandoned any pretense of civility, embracing her newfound strength with relentless fervor. Rather than seeking treatment for the adverse effects, she doubled down on her usage, transforming her skin into an impenetrable barrier.

Driven by vengeance against George and fueled by a desire for power and wealth, Laurel engaged in a fierce battle with Catwoman, her reinforced skin and numbed nerves rendering her impervious to pain.

Though Catwoman possessed unparalleled speed, strength, and agility, Laurel's resilience made her a formidable opponent. The clash between the two women was intense, each refusing to yield ground.

Meanwhile, Jerry remained a passive observer, lounging on the sidelines without any inclination to intervene.

He recognized Catwoman's prowess and understood the personal nature of vengeance. Moreover, Catwoman's independence meant she would never seek his assistance unless absolutely necessary.

"I won't let you go!" Laurel vowed, her resolve unyielding amidst the chaos of their struggle.

Following a grueling skirmish, Laurel begrudgingly admitted defeat against Catwoman. Despite her resilient exterior, Catwoman's relentless assaults had taken their toll on Laurel's vulnerable internal organs, leaving her battered and breathless.

Seizing a fleeting opportunity, Laurel delivered a powerful kick to Catwoman, sending her hurtling across the room.

With swift determination, she made a beeline for the window, intent on fleeing to the safety of the street below. Yet, in her haste, she failed to account for the presence of a certain talking cat.

As Laurel dangled precariously halfway out of the window, her escape was abruptly thwarted by Jerry's calm invocation of a levitation spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Jerry intoned, his voice resonating with authority as he deftly suspended Laurel in mid-air. Though the spell taxed his magical reserves, Jerry remained resolute in his determination to prevent Laurel's escape, if only temporarily.

Catwoman, quick to react, seized the opportunity afforded by Jerry's intervention. With a deft flick of her whip, she ensnared Laurel and yanked her back into the room with resolute force.

Half an hour later, Jerry surveyed the scene, his gaze lingering on Laurel, who hung bound and bloodied from the living room beam.

"Are you certain you won't end her?" Jerry inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity as he regarded Catwoman. After all, Laurel posed no threat in her current state, trussed up like a hogtie and suspended from the ceiling.

Catwoman gently lifted Laurel's chin with her fingers, her expression softened by a newfound resolve.

"I believe it's best to turn her over to the authorities for due process," Catwoman declared, her voice tinged with a sense of closure. Today's confrontation had provided her with an outlet to release the pent-up anger festering within her, and her recent association with a police officer had influenced her decision to refrain from taking a life.

Jerry, indifferent to Laurel's fate, remained unfazed by the prospect of her demise. Whether she lived or died held little consequence for him; even if she managed to escape prison in the future, he harbored no fear of reprisal.

Thus, Catwoman and Jerry gathered the evidence they had meticulously gathered and delivered the bound Laurel to the doorstep of the local police station.

Extracting information from Laurel had proven to be a challenge, given her stoic demeanor and diminished sensitivity to pain. However, Jerry's unique abilities granted them a distinct advantage.

Though unable to employ high-level spells like the Imperius or Cruciatus curses, Jerry possessed the uncanny ability to probe minds through sheer mental prowess, eliminating the need for verbal interrogation.

With Laurel's confession secured, the authorities swiftly apprehended both her and George the following day. The revelation of Hedare's Cosmetics product toxicity splashed across newspaper headlines, marking the beginning of the end for the nefarious couple's schemes.

The revelation of Catwoman and Jerry's involvement in Laurel's confession left the police pondering the extent of her exposure to the toxic Beau-line. It appeared that prolonged use had not only damaged her nerves but also inflicted irreparable harm upon her cognitive faculties.

Three days later, Jerry completed the absorption of the magical energy harvested from dismantling the Hedare Beauty factories and collecting the Little Red Star.

With a deliberate motion, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze alight with newfound determination.

"We should start with a prototype," Jerry suggested, his tail swishing with purpose as he conjured a cat bell composed of a fusion of vibranium, uru metal, and enchanted alloys onto the table before them.

Methodically, Jerry infused the bell with an array of spells and laws, imbuing it with the essence of a simplified universe. Though unable to craft a complete dimension, the restored fraction of his magical prowess allowed him to fashion a condensed version of the bell universe.

While its spatial dimensions were modest, encompassing a mere thirty square meters, it possessed the fundamental laws characteristic of a fully realized universe.

Undeterred by its initial limitations, Jerry remained confident that as his magical abilities continued to flourish, so too would the expansiveness of the bell universe. With time and perseverance, he envisioned it rivaling even the legendary ring world of Marvel's cosmic entity, the Living Tribunal.