Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 185

Willow didn't wait for a response before pulling the door open and walking out.

The door shut with a quiet click.

But Lawrence threw the document in his hand forcefully onto the desk.

Xavier walked in just in time to witness his boss's frustration, his steps faltering.

Lawrence shot him an irritable glare. "What's the situation at The Whitaker Estate?"

Xavier handed over another file.

"Miss Whitaker went back this morning, accompanied by a lawyer and Phoebe. A member of the staff admitted that The Cobalt Folder did exist, but they couldn't locate it."

Lawrence took the file.

Inside were a few photographs.

Vivian Vance's old study. It was now Willow's dressing room.

Entire walls lined with glass cabinets—gowns, designer bags, and endless rows of shoes.

Lawrence stared at the photo, a deep frown creasing his forehead.

He suddenly recalled the image of Wren standing in the study back at The Langford Estate.

Quiet, distant, always looking like she was just a moment away from walking out the door.

So, she never really had a place at The Whitaker Estate, either.

Xavier spoke in a low voice. "Quentin called Eleanor earlier. He wants the Langfords to step in and force Miss Whitaker to drop her investigation."

Lawrence set the photos down.

"What did my mother say?"

"Ms. Langford is furious. She's already had the driver ready the car. She might be on her way to confront Miss Whitaker."

Lawrence's expression instantly frosted over.

"Stop her."

Xavier nodded. "I've already had people try to talk her out of it, but she likely won't listen."

Lawrence grabbed his phone and dialed his mother's number.

Eleanor picked up, her tone aggressive. "Perfect timing. Wren Whitaker has completely lost her mind, storming back into The Whitaker Estate and digging up ancient history. She's making both families look like absolute fools. Are you going to handle your wife or not?"

Lawrence pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Do not go near her."

"Are you still defending her?"

"Right now, whoever goes looking for a fight is just handing her evidence."

Eleanor choked on her next words.

That single sentence was far more effective than asking her to calm down.

Her greatest fear was The Langford Estate suffering public humiliation.

"So we just let her dig?"

Lawrence stared at the photos on his desk.

Willow's dressing room looked painfully bright in the shot.

"She won't find anything."

Lawrence suspected her.

Or rather, not completely.

He didn't have solid proof, so he couldn't actually do anything to her.

Yet he had forced her to sign that rectification notice.

That was a thousand times more humiliating than outright suspicion.

He was systematically pushing her out of the Langford rehabilitation project.

Willow unlocked her phone and shot a text to Lydia.

[Has Wren tried contacting the house again?]

Lydia replied almost instantly.

[No. Quentin sent some people to track down that old desk.]

Willow stared at the words "old desk."

A few seconds later, she typed:

[The desk is still around?]

This time, Lydia didn't reply for a long while.

The frantic anxiety gnawing at Willow's insides began to cool into something far sharper.

Just as she thought.

The Whitaker Estate was still hiding something.