Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 368

"What are you doing?"

Willow stiffened completely.

The living room was dark, but a tall silhouette stood in the bedroom doorway.

Lawrence had woken up at some point. His robe was loosely tied, and in the dimness, his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

Her heart leapt into her throat.

Clutching her phone tightly against her palm, she made sure to look entirely bewildered.

"I... I wanted a glass of water."

Lawrence stepped closer.

His footsteps were light, but the sheer presence of him was suffocating.

His gaze dropped to the folder on the coffee table, then snapped back to her face.

"You need to rifle through my documents to pour water?"

Her eyes immediately welled with tears.

"I saw my dad's company listed on there," she trembled. "I was terrified."

Lawrence halted.

Seizing the moment, Willow let the tears spill.

"I don't know what Vanguard Trading Co. actually did. Lawrence, I swear I don't know. I'm just so afraid that by the time you're done digging, you won't even believe me anymore."

She stepped forward, reaching out to take his hand.

Lawrence didn't pull away, but he didn't hold her hand either.

He just stared down at her.

"Give me the phone."

All the color drained from her face.

"Lawrence..."

"Hand it over."

The air in the room felt razor-thin.

Willow knew she couldn't refuse. A refusal was a confession.

Her fingers shaking slightly, she handed it to him.

Lawrence failed to unlock it.

Biting her lip, she had no choice but to type in the passcode.

There were no pictures in her camera roll.

The second she took the photos, she had routed them directly to a hidden cloud drive and wiped the local records. She was too practiced at this game—so practiced that her heart rate barely even spiked.

Lawrence flipped through her gallery and found absolutely nothing.

Vanguard Trading Co.

Vivian Vance's objection.

Every single phrase was a shard of broken glass. Held poorly, they would slice her open. Wielded right, they would gut someone else.

She zoomed in on one of the screenshots, staring dead-on at the word *Vanguard* for a very long time.

Then, she drafted a text to Lydia.

*Mom, I need to see Dad tomorrow. Don't let him hide things from me anymore.*

After sending it, she opened a new chat.

The recipient had no saved name, just a string of digits.

She attached the blurriest screenshot, the one where the source couldn't be traced, and added a single line.

*Look into this. Find out exactly what Project Morning Star Phase II and Vanguard Trading Co. were doing back then.*

Once the message showed as delivered, she leaned back against the leather seat.

Her reflection stared back at her from the window.

Her makeup was slightly ruined, the corners of her eyes still red, making her look like a woman fresh out of a heartbreak.

But there was no sorrow in her eyes.

Only a deep, expanding chill.