Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 411

Lawrence closed the ledger.

"I'll have someone look into him."

Wren stood up.

"When you find something, forward the results to Mr. Lawson."

Lawrence looked up at her.

"Is this really the only way you can speak to me now?"

Wren secured her document bag.

"This way, things don't get lost."

Lost trust, lost records, lost evidence.

She had already lost entirely too much.

Lawrence watched her walk out, that familiar surge of irritation flaring in his chest.

She was standing right in the middle of the Langford living room, yet she behaved like a visitor ready to walk out the door at any second. It was worse than being a visitor; a visitor would at least observe basic pleasantries. She only cared about evidence.

"You're going to the gala," he said.

Wren stopped in her tracks.

Lawrence closed the distance between them. "The guest list hasn't been finalized, and the itinerary isn't locked in yet. Langford Medical can assist with Stellaris's presentation segment."

Wren turned to face him.

"Have you corrected the title next to my name?"

Lawrence didn't answer.

Wren let out a laugh.

It was painfully faint.

"Then we can talk when you do."

She walked out of the estate.

Lawrence stood inside the doorway, watching her silhouette disappear at the far end of the courtyard.

Eleanor murmured, "Lawrence, stop trying to use the title of Mrs. Langford to force her hand."

Lawrence didn't turn around.

"She hasn't signed the divorce papers yet."

"But she's already gone."

"Then you have to put her in a position where she has no choice but to cooperate."

Lawrence looked up.

Gavin leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice.

"I heard she's been digging into her mother's past lately. Vivian Vance, right?"

Lawrence's eyes turned predatory. "What are you getting at?"

"The charity gala is already themed around pediatric rehabilitation. Langford Medical can easily throw in a last-minute initiative for pediatric data ethics, framed as a tribute to the early pioneers who pushed for rehab data standardization," Gavin said slowly. "Slap Vivian Vance's name right on it."

Lawrence's fingers froze.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Gavin remained entirely unfazed.

"I'm just solving your problem. What does Wren care about most right now? Her mother, Stellaris, and her kid. If you build a charity initiative around Vivian Vance, do you really think she won't show up? And if she shows up, she has to get on that stage. If she throws a public tantrum, Langford Medical won't be the only one looking bad—she'll be dragging her mother's reputation through the mud too."

Lawrence's expression grew dangerously cold.

Gavin pressed on. "Don't think of it as exploitation. Langford Medical can easily spin it as making amends and paying tribute. When you and her launch the initiative together on stage, the public will just see a married couple cooperating seamlessly, and the Langford family willingly confronting the past. Isn't that a beautiful picture?"

Beautiful.