Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 355

The reply from the organizers came quickly.

Wren Whitaker's phone buzzed that morning as she dropped Leo Langford off at school. Standing beneath the sycamore trees outside the gates, she opened the email.

The tone was impeccably polite.

*Dear Ms. Whitaker, your feedback has been received. As the guest list for this gala was submitted jointly by multiple parties, any identity designations must be verified with Langford Medical Group and the event hosts. We will update the information accordingly.*

Wren's expression remained unchanged as she read the message.

Shouldering his backpack, Leo took a few steps and turned back around.

"Mom?"

Wren put her phone away and crouched down to smooth his collar.

"Go on in. I'll pick you up this afternoon."

Leo nodded and asked softly, "Are we going to Stellaris today?"

"Yes. I have a short meeting this afternoon, so you can do your homework in the lounge area."

The little boy's eyes lit up.

He didn't say *I want to go*, but simply hitched his backpack straps higher on his shoulders.

"Then I'll bring my markers."

Wren smiled. "Alright."

Ms. Miller was waiting at the entrance and gave Wren a nod. Leo walked inside, but halfway down the path, he stopped as if remembering something and turned around to wave.

It was a tiny gesture.

So small that back at the Langford Estate, no one would have ever noticed.

Wren stood there watching him for a long moment before turning to leave.

Her car was parked by the curb, and Phoebe Price's call came in right as she reached it.

"The organizers replied to you too, right?" Phoebe's background was noisy, like she was grabbing a coffee. "I knew they'd pass the buck. Langford Medical Group submitted the list; the hosts wouldn't dare change it on their own."

Wren opened the car door. "I know."

"So what's the plan? Let them publish it with you listed as the 'Chairman and Wife of Langford Medical'?"

"No." Wren buckled her seatbelt. "They want to stall, so I'll give them a reason why they can't."

Leo nodded, his fingers trailing along the edge of the table.

"Can I sit here today?"

Wren glanced around the lounge.

"You can. But this is a shared space. If someone else needs it, we'll have to move."

The boy pressed his lips together.

"Can I put my name on it?"

He asked so softly, as if terrified of demanding too much.

Before Wren could answer, Daisy York's voice drifted over.

"You can put up a temporary one."

Leo turned his head, his eyes instantly lighting up.

Daisy was wearing a white hoodie today, holding a small whiteboard and a pack of magnetic tags. She walked slowly, her right foot hesitating slightly with each step, but her expression showed no signs of strain.