Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 397

The anonymous email wasn't spread.

After Wren sealed the attachments, Mr. Lawson immediately contacted The Thorne Regulatory Channel. Meanwhile, Phoebe and Joey checked the email headers and screenshot formatting, confirming that the timestamps, member avatars, and file naming conventions in the internal chat perfectly matched Langford's project team habits.

It couldn't be considered ironclad proof.

But it was enough to trigger an investigation.

At ten in the morning, The Thorne Trust Compliance Office issued an inquiry letter to Langford Medical, demanding the family companion project team submit the Lester family's service records, consent files, complaint resolution procedures, and all logs of PR material usage.

The inquiry was copied to the Xander Medical Fund and The Ethics Board.

Wren finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the CC list.

The matter hadn't been thrown into the public meat grinder; at the very least, that child hadn't been shoved to the center of a mob.

Phoebe sat across from her, dark circles under her eyes.

"Langford's side has probably exploded by now."

Wren closed her laptop. "They will."

"Will Willow try to bite back and claim Stellaris filed a malicious report?"

"She will."

Phoebe's lips twitched in a smirk. "Then she'll have to explain why the screenshots are real first."

Just as she spoke, Joey ran in from outside, clutching a stack of freshly printed documents.

"Phoebe, Wren, I found Quincy Lewis from Brightstone."

Both women looked up at once.

Joey slapped the papers onto the desk.

"The ID is real, and so is the guy. But he left the country ten years ago for Southeast Asia. There's no clear record of him returning. His social security contributions stopped, his phone number was canceled, and no one in his hometown can get a hold of him."

Phoebe flipped through two pages, her expression darkening by the second.

"This guy is basically a ghost."

Joey nodded. "The bigger problem is that in Brightstone's cancellation files, there's only a photocopy of the liquidation report. The original financial vouchers have long passed their retention period. The business registry doesn't have much left to pull."

Summit Trading: Revoked, ledgers incomplete.

Every thread let them take one step forward.

And then it snapped.

It was as if someone was casually snipping the threads just ahead of her—not completely destroying them, but enough to keep her from finding the real knot.

Phoebe looked at the paper, her voice dropping.

"Wren, they scrubbed this way too early. A lot of this stuff might have been dealt with over a decade ago. If we chase it now, we're only going to find less and less."

Wren stared at the name "Vivian Vance" written on the page.

"Then we look for things they didn't consider evidence."

Phoebe looked up.

Wren said, "People clean out contracts, ledgers, and archives. But a lot of people don't think to purge draft meeting minutes, old email attachment names, or personal notes in someone else's hands."