Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 346

Harrison looked at her. "So you weren't trying to help me today."

Clara shot him a glance, looking at him as if he had just stated the obvious.

"Why would I help you?"

A low chuckle escaped Harrison's lips.

"Fair enough."

Clara didn't quite like his laugh; it felt as though he was complimenting her on being unapologetically cold-blooded. She checked her watch.

"There's a dinner party at The Thorne Estate tonight. Are you coming?"

"Is it part of the contract?"

"Of course." Clara slipped her phone into her designer bag. "If you make an appearance, those overbearing uncles of mine will stay quiet for at least two days. It'll spare me from sitting through another round of useless introductions."

Harrison nodded. "Text me the address."

Clara took a few steps forward before looking back over her shoulder.

"Harrison."

He met her gaze.

"Don't ever look at Lawrence like that again," she said flatly. "Men are incredibly perceptive when it comes to reading other men."

The smile faded from Harrison's face.

Clara didn't pry, nor did she offer any comfort.

She simply gave a warning. "You aren't a man mourning a lost romance right now. You are the director of the Xander Medical Fund. You need to make sure Lawrence remembers that."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Harrison stood glued to the spot, letting a long moment pass before he finally snapped his folder shut.

Lawrence stepped out from the opposite end of the corridor just in time to witness the exchange.

Clara retreated into the distance while Harrison remained where he stood, the usual nonchalance stripped entirely from his features.

Lawrence halted in his tracks.

"Harrison."

Harrison turned his head.

They stood separated by half the hallway, neither man willing to bridge the gap first.

Lawrence's voice was frigid. "Why are you inserting yourself into Wren's business at every turn? What's your endgame?"

Harrison stared back at him, his gaze darkening inch by inch.

"Lawrence, do you honestly still believe the whole world revolves around your marriage to her?"

A dark scowl pulled at Lawrence's brow.

Harrison didn't linger.

He brushed past Lawrence, the sharp click of his dress shoes echoing down the corridor as he walked away.

Lawrence remained rooted to the spot, entirely motionless for a long time.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

A text from Willow Whitaker.

*Lawrence, are you free tonight? I'm a little scared. The situation with Unit 3 seems to be getting more complicated.*

A photo followed the message.

In the picture, she was sitting on a couch, the corners of her eyes rimmed red, draped in his suit jacket.

In the past, Lawrence would have immediately dispatched his driver.

But today, as he stared at the screen, the only thing echoing in his mind was Harrison's parting shot.

*She was worth being truly seen.*

Lawrence clicked the screen off.

Outside, the sky was turning dark, turning the glass window into a mirror reflecting his face.

It was cold, exhausted, and tainted by a trace of wretchedness he couldn't even bring himself to identify.