Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 255

"Meaning, if you stand next to him, he reaps all the benefits."

"Yes."

"And what about you?"

Wren remained silent.

Phoebe looked her dead in the eye. "Wren, if you go, you can't just play the role of Mrs. Langford. You don't have to start a public screaming match, but you need an agenda of your own."

Her words perfectly mirrored what Margaret had told her the night before.

Don't just go for nothing.

Wren traced the rim of her paper cup with her finger.

"That gala will host people from the medical association, as well as representatives from several foundations and hospitals."

Phoebe's eyes lit up. "Stellaris needs attendees for the ethics review."

Wren nodded. "I can meet with a few key people. I won't pitch Stellaris at a Langford event, but I can certainly hand out some invitations."

Phoebe smiled. "That's the spirit. Use his stage to walk your own path."

Wren offered a small smile in return.

With that realization, the heavy frustration sitting in her chest began to dissipate.

She would walk right through his spotlight and reclaim her own voice.

Friday evening arrived, bringing the Langford family's stylists with it.

Eleanor Langford was clearly thrilled about the development.

Standing in the living room, watching the gowns being laid out one by one, she regained her usual haughty demeanor.

"Since you're going, don't dress too plain. The whole world will be watching. Don't give them a reason to think the Langfords mistreat you."

Wren sat on the edge of the sofa, reviewing the guest list.

Director Charles Clarke from the medical association, the Vice President of Trinity Hospital, heads of several charity funds, and a representative from the Thorne Trust.

She circled a few names with her pen.

Eleanor frowned. "Are you even listening to me?"

Wren closed the guest list.

"I heard you."

"Then pick this one." Eleanor pointed at a champagne-colored gown. "It's elegant, and it complements Lawrence's suit."

Wren glanced at it.

It was gorgeous.

And perfectly suited for an obedient Mrs. Langford.

She didn't pick it.

Instead, she reached for a long black dress.

The tailoring was razor-sharp, leaving clean, striking lines across the shoulders and neck. It had zero excess embellishments, save for a tiny silver clasp at the waist.

Eleanor looked displeased. "That color is too cold."

He had to admit, she was breathtaking.

But not the artificially manicured kind of breathtaking she used to adopt just to match him, the Langford family, or the occasion.

She looked like a blade finally freed from its velvet case.

Unassuming.

But sharp.

Leo ran out of the playroom and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Mom, you look like a teacher."

Wren crouched down to his level. "What kind of teacher?"

Leo thought about it very seriously. "A teacher who gives out gold stars, but also knows how to say no."

It was such a childish description.

But it made Wren laugh.

She patted his head. "Mom will be home a bit late tonight. Make sure you eat on time and go to bed on time."

Leo nodded.

He glanced at Lawrence, then back at Wren, and asked in a small voice, "Are you guys going to fight?"

The living room went dead silent.

Lawrence's expression turned grim.