Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 358

*You must attend the gala.*

Five minutes after the message was sent, Wren replied with two simple words.

*I will.*

Lawrence stared at the screen, and before he could even exhale, another message arrived.

*As the Stellaris Project Director.*

His fingers tightened around his phone.

It didn't read like a rejection.

It read like a formal notice.

Back in the Stellaris lounge, Leo finally finished his drawing of the secret base.

The paper featured a small table, a nameplate, a pause button, and a person in a lab coat standing in the doorway. The person hadn't stepped inside; they were merely raising a hand to knock on the door.

Daisy smiled warmly at the picture.

"Why is this person standing at the door?"

Leo answered with complete seriousness, "Because they have to ask if they can come in first."

"And did they ask?"

Leo drew a speech bubble next to the figure in the lab coat.

*Can I come in?*

Daisy studied it for a moment before asking gently, "Are you going to let him in?"

Leo's marker hovered over the paper.

He deliberated for a long time before drawing a tiny arrow pointing inside the room.

"Today he can."

Daisy chuckled.

"Do you want to wait until the next time he visits and show it to him yourself?"

Leo glanced up at the meeting room, then over at the Stellaris entrance.

"Is Julian coming today?"

He asked the question so softly, filled with a fragile hope that he was terrified would be shattered.

Daisy didn't tease him.

"He has surgery today, so he probably won't make it."

Leo nodded, his lips turning down slightly before curling back up into a brave smile.

"Then can I leave it here for now?"

Wren capped the marker in his hand and said softly, "If a name is written wrong, it can be fixed. But if anyone else wants to change your name, they have to ask you first."

The boy nodded.

Outside the window, the sky darkened as the lights of Stellaris flickered on one by one.

Wren's phone vibrated again.

Lawrence had sent another message.

*Do you really have to make things this ugly?*

She glanced at the screen but didn't bother replying.

Leo grabbed her hand, tilting his head up to ask, "Mom, are we going home?"

"Yes, let's go home."

Wren led him toward the exit.

As they passed the lounge pillar, the small whiteboard was still stuck there, the handwriting childish yet unmistakably clear.

*Do Not Change My Name.*

Wren tore her gaze away.

She realized that this was a lesson both she and Leo needed to learn.