Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 385

Langford Medical's official reply hit Mr. Lawson's inbox at ten in the morning.

The email was brief, but the attachment was glaring.

Visitor Application: Brightstone Consulting, Quincy Lewis.

Guarantor Department: The Board Office.

Attachment Name: Project Morning Star Phase II Data Cooperation Memorandum (Pending Vivian's Confirmation).

The body of the email was corrupted, the guarantor's contact information was scrambled, and the original attachment was missing.

Sitting in the Stellaris conference room, Wren Whitaker stared at that attachment name for a long time.

Pending Vivian's Confirmation.

Those few words were more explicit than all the torn pages they had found before.

Vivian Vance had held a critical veto power back then. She hadn't signed it, which was why the arguments started, why her desk was moved, why Unit 3 existed, and why there were all those shady transactions between Brightstone Consulting and the trading company.

Phoebe Price saw it too, her expression turning grim.

"They managed to find the file name, yet the body text is corrupted. How perfectly convenient."

Wren forwarded the email to Mr. Lawson and saved it to an encrypted folder.

"At least it proves Brightstone and Langford Medical had official contact."

"It also proves your mother wasn't just a bystander," Phoebe said, looking at her. "She blocked something."

Wren lowered her eyes.

She remembered her mother sitting at her desk when she was little, saying: I'm writing something that cannot be wrong.

So that something really couldn't afford to be wrong.

Because if she made a mistake, the data of countless children, the privacy of countless families, and the fates of countless people would just become numbers in someone else's ledger.

In the afternoon, Quentin Whitaker called.

Seeing his name on the screen, Wren didn't feel a hint of surprise.

She answered the call and turned on the recorder.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Mr. Lawson is enough." Wren paused. "Keep an eye on the Stellaris inbox for me. Willow might try to pull strings with the project complaints."

Phoebe's expression hardened.

"Don't worry. If she dares reach her hand in, I'll make sure she leaves fingerprints."

The Whitaker Estate looked exactly the same.

The flowers in the courtyard were perfectly pruned, the fountain was running, and the gentle splash of water masked the sound of the tires. When Wren walked into the foyer, the butler looked briefly torn upon seeing Mr. Lawson.

In the past, no one needed to announce her when she came back to the estate.

Later, when she brought a lawyer to search for The Cobalt Folder, everyone looked at her like an intruder.

Now, standing here again, even the air felt guarded.

In the living room, Quentin sat at the head of the arrangement. Lydia Whitaker sat beside him, her eyes red as if she had just finished crying.

Wren glanced at her.