Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 409

At ten o'clock the next morning, Wren arrived at the Langford Estate.

She didn't come alone.

Mr. Lawson accompanied her inside, while Phoebe waited in the car, keeping her phone on an active standby call the entire time. The estate's butler looked visibly uncomfortable when he saw Mr. Lawson, but he stepped aside to let them pass.

Wren had lived here for six years.

In the past, the moment she walked through the door, she would immediately ask if Margaret's medication had been delivered on time, if Leo had woken up from his nap, or if Lawrence was coming home for dinner. Now, standing in the foyer, the house just felt massive. And bitterly cold.

Eleanor was sitting in the living room waiting for her.

Today, she wasn't putting on her usual haughty Mrs. Langford persona. Her face was pale, heavy with exhaustion, and dark circles shadowed her eyes. On the coffee table rested an open black suitcase, a few old ledgers and yellowing documents visible inside.

Wren walked over but didn't sit down.

"Where is the log?"

Eleanor looked up at her, her expression unreadable.

She used to despise when Wren acted like this.

Too blunt, too cold, never giving her elders an easy out.

But today, she had lost the right to demand one.

She slid a black-bound ledger across the table.

"It's right here."

Mr. Lawson slipped on his gloves and turned on his recording device.

"Ms. Langford, we will be recording the handover and review process. Whether the original document remains in the Langford family's custody or is transferred to a third party for safekeeping will require mutual confirmation."

Eleanor nodded, her voice raspy.

"Just look at it first."

Wren flipped to the page marked with a bookmark.

The paper had yellowed with age, and the black ink had bled slightly into the fibers. But the lines were still perfectly legible.

*Authorized Matter: Brightstone Consulting visitor reception and routing of the Project Morning Star Phase II data cooperation memorandum.*

*The Board Office Representative: Warren Stafford.*

*Guarantor Approval: Approved.*

Next to the approval was Silas's handwriting.

Wren stared at the word.

Some logged vehicle arrangements for meetings, some detailed the reception of external consultants, and others tracked memorandums sent for review. Vivian's name didn't appear often, but it was singled out in one specific footnote.

*Vivian Vance's formal objection has been redirected to The Board Office. Please delay direct communication with the project team.*

*Delay direct communication.*

Wren stared at those words, her fingers slowly tightening.

"So my mother's objection never actually made it into the project team's discussions. It was intercepted by The Board Office."

Eleanor remained silent for a moment.

"According to the records, yes."

"You saw this objection letter back then."

"I saw a photocopy."

"Was it the complete document?"

Eleanor closed her eyes briefly.

"Yes. She laid it out very clearly. She demanded a supplementary ethics review, an immediate halt to signing the outsourcing contracts, and insisted Langford Medical declare exactly who was handling the data behind Brightstone Consulting."