Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 15

The moment the words left Wren's mouth, the expressions on the faces of the surrounding guests wildly shifted.

Willow's smile remained frozen in place.

She clearly hadn't expected Wren to rip the mask off in such a public setting.

The old Wren would never have done this.

In the past, no matter how close Willow got to Lawrence, no matter how terribly outsiders misconstrued the situation, Wren would only watch in silence and swallow her humiliation.

She was always desperate to protect the Langford family's reputation.

To protect Lawrence's ego.

And to protect her sister's public image.

But today, Wren couldn't care less.

Willow's eyes instantly welled with tears, her voice quivering like a fragile leaf in the wind.

"Wren, how could you say that about me?"

Wren didn't dignify that with a response.

She was already walking away, heading straight for Stellaris Medical's scheduled partners.

This gala was critical for Stellaris. She wasn't here to play petty games with Willow.

And she certainly wasn't here to prove who the real Mrs. Langford was.

She didn't want the position anymore.

Willow stood rooted to the spot, her shoulders trembling delicately.

Lawrence stepped up beside her.

"What happened?"

Willow immediately shook her head, forcing a brave, tragic smile as if terrified he might think poorly of Wren.

"It's nothing. Wren probably just heard people misunderstanding our relationship and felt upset."

She sounded entirely cautious and hopelessly considerate.

"Lawrence, please don't be mad at her. She is your wife, after all. It's completely natural for her to be angry when she hears things like that."

Lawrence watched Wren's retreating figure, a glacial chill settling over his features.

Her outburst just now had been wildly inappropriate.

In a setting like this, gossip spread like wildfire.

"Mr. Langford, I was just looking for you." The Vice President smiled warmly, turning to Willow. "And Mrs. Langford is here as well! I saw the two of you at the entrance. What a stunning couple."

A delicate flush colored Willow's cheeks.

She instinctively glanced up at Lawrence.

Lawrence simply held his glass, his expression unreadable. He offered no correction.

Nor did he step away to create any distance.

Oblivious to the tension, the Vice President continued laughing. "The Langford Recovery Center dossiers you delivered on your husband's behalf were excellent. Our board members reviewed them, and the attention to detail is spectacular. You're a lucky man, Mr. Langford, to have such an incredible wife managing the home front."

An incredible wife.

A triumphant gleam flared briefly in Willow's eyes.

She didn't bother clarifying that she wasn't Mrs. Langford.

Instead, she replied sweetly, "You're far too kind. I merely organized some files for Lawrence. He is the one who makes all the real decisions."

"Too modest!" the Vice President praised. "Mr. Langford is a busy man. Without your meticulous care, so many crucial charity initiatives would slip through the cracks."

Listening to the exchange, the tension bled out of Lawrence's face.

Willow truly excelled at managing his public image.