Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 183

Lawrence Langford was in his office at Langford Medical Group when he received Xavier's investigation results.

Outside the window, the sky remained overcast; the rain had stopped, but dark clouds still hung low over the skyscrapers. The coffee on his desk had gone cold, not that he had any desire to drink it.

Xavier placed the tablet in front of him.

"The anonymous post didn't spread organically at first. Out of the first ten accounts that reposted it, four had previous collaborations with the outsourced PR team for the Langford rehabilitation project."

Lawrence casually swiped through a couple of pages.

The account names meant nothing to him.

The avatars were a garish mess, completely untraceable. In the chat screenshots, someone had received the photo from the old archives half an hour before it went public, along with a single instruction:

[Post this after the banquet starts. Not a second sooner.]

Lawrence's swiping finger stalled.

"Who sent it?"

"It was routed through three different intermediaries," Xavier explained. "The furthest back we can trace is a burner email with fake registration details. The PR agency claims someone from the project team reached out to them privately."

"Who from the project team?"

Xavier didn't answer right away.

Lawrence looked up.

Only then did Xavier continue, "The contact person we've identified is a temporary assistant working closely with Miss Whitaker. However, the assistant claims she was only instructed to forward patient testimonial assets and has no idea how the photo got mixed in."

A heavy silence settled over the office.

Lawrence flipped the tablet facedown on the desk.

Miss Whitaker.

In the Langford project team, only one person was referred to by that title.

Willow Whitaker.

Xavier remained perfectly still, seemingly waiting for the next order.

He knew Lawrence despised it when others made conclusions for him.

The office remained quiet for a moment before Lawrence asked, "What about the original photo?"

"It was scrubbed. All metadata linking it to a specific device or sender has been deleted."

Lawrence let out a cold scoff.

"Very thorough."

Xavier lowered his head. "Should we keep digging?"

Lawrence didn't answer immediately.

Lawrence shot him a look laced with impatience.

Xavier quickly corrected himself. "Should we issue a warning to Willow?"

Lawrence leaned back in his chair.

"Tell her to come see me this afternoon."

By the time Willow arrived at Langford Medical, she had changed into a pristine white suit.

She looked pale, as if she hadn't slept a wink. Before walking in, she had stopped in the restroom to reapply her lipstick and conceal the dark circles beneath her eyes.

The woman staring back in the mirror looked delicate and immaculate.

She stared at her reflection for a few seconds.

This was perfect.

Lawrence didn't like overly calculating women.

At least, he hadn't in the past.

When she pushed the door open, Lawrence was reviewing some files.

He didn't bother looking up.