Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 245

Harrison Xander's first time seeing Wren Whitaker was at a summit.

He wasn't even supposed to be there that day.

Lawrence had received a last-minute call from Langford Medical, almost bailing on The Med-Tech Synergy Project Report he was scheduled to attend. Harrison had just returned from abroad and wasn't yet estranged from Lawrence. Catching the car keys tossed his way, he merely asked, "Are you really interested in these student projects?"

Lawrence leaned against the car door, scrolling through his phone, his tone detached. "The Whitaker daughter is presenting."

Harrison raised an eyebrow. "Your fiancée?"

"Not yet."

Lawrence's expression was completely void when he said those words.

Harrison hadn't understood back then that Lawrence was like this with almost everything. His affection was tepid, his annoyance equally dull, as if nothing in the world was worth losing control over.

Only later did he realize it wasn't that Lawrence was incapable of losing control.

It was just that someone had always been there to perfectly clean up his messes.

The lecture hall was packed.

Harrison and Lawrence arrived late, grabbing seats near the back. They were switching speakers on stage, and when the host announced the name "Wren Whitaker," Harrison watched a girl in a crisp white shirt walk up.

She was very young.

Her hair was tied back, her cuffs neatly buttoned. Holding a presentation remote, she stood under the spotlight without rushing to speak. She first adjusted the microphone, then looked down to check her laptop connection.

In those few seconds, murmurs had already begun rippling through the audience.

But she remained completely unfazed.

Harrison had met plenty of exceptional people.

Smooth-talking business school grads, charming socialites at cocktail parties, stunningly sharp executives in boardrooms. Growing up in the Xander family, the first thing he evaluated wasn't a person's face, but their presence in a room.

Some people rushed to prove themselves the second they took the stage.

Wren was not one of them.

It was as if she were confirming something far more crucial: whether the words she was about to speak would be heard perfectly.

When the first slide lit up, Harrison had only been watching casually.

Wren didn't panic.

She first acknowledged the validity of the question, then systematically dismantled it point by point. Finally, she stated, "If a system cannot withstand a doctor's scrutiny or a patient's refusal, it has no business entering the medical field."

A brief silence fell over the hall.

Then came the applause.

Harrison clapped as well.

He turned to Lawrence with a grin. "She's pretty incredible."

Lawrence didn't disagree. He simply replied, "She's always been like this."

It sounded like an offhand remark.

But the very first person Wren looked for when she stepped off the stage was him.

Sitting right next to Lawrence, Harrison saw it clearly.

Clutching her laptop, she wove through the crowd, her eyes locking onto Lawrence immediately. Seeing that he had actually shown up, the calm, brilliant eyes that had just captivated the room suddenly lit up with undeniable joy.