Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 412

The word sent a ripple of disgust through Lawrence's chest.

He thought of the authorization log back at the estate, of Vivian's intercepted objection letter gathering dust in The Board Office, and of Wren telling him, *"This way, things don't get lost."*

He knew Gavin's idea was incredibly dirty.

But it was also undeniably effective.

Wren would come.

She would never allow Langford Medical to dictate the narrative surrounding Vivian Vance uncontested.

Gavin noticed his hesitation and his smirk widened.

"Lawrence, you've been entirely too soft on her. When a woman pushes things this far, coaxing her doesn't work. You have to set the stage and make her realize there are some traps she simply can't avoid."

Lawrence stared down at the ripples in his teacup.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Tell the organizers to draft it as a contingency plan."

Gavin leaned back in his chair, thoroughly satisfied.

"Now you're thinking clearly."

Lawrence added one last condition. "Make sure it doesn't leak."

"Understood," Gavin smiled. "Until the final draft is approved, no one will hear a thing."

But in this world, the more you insist no one will know, the faster it reaches the exact ears that are supposed to hear it.

By early evening, Willow received the news.

Sitting in the Langford Medical project department office, she stared at the few lines of text on her screen, all the color draining from her face.

*Langford Medical proposing new addition: The Vivian Vance Pediatric Data Ethics Initiative.*

*Launch Guests: Lawrence Langford, Wren Whitaker.*

*Joint initiation.*

Willow stared at those words, a suffocating pressure building in her chest.

This charity gala was supposed to be her stepping stone to the top.

First, Clara Thorne hijacked the compliance seat, then Wren seized control of the Stellaris narrative, and now, even a dead woman like Vivian Vance was being personally hoisted onto the stage by Lawrence.

So where did that leave her?

What did that make her?

She grabbed her phone and dialed Lawrence's number.

No answer.

She dialed again.

Phoebe only needed one look before her temper flared.

"He's actually got the nerve."

Wren took the phone back.

Looking down, she saved the draft itinerary and forwarded it to Mr. Lawson.

Then, she drafted a direct reply to the event organizers.

The message was brief.

*Without authorization from myself and the immediate family of Ms. Vivian Vance, no organization is permitted to use her name, background, or professional standing for public promotional activities under the guise of 'memorials' or 'initiatives.'*

*I will not be attending any segment of this event in the capacity of the Langford Chairman's wife.*

*Should your organization proceed with this erroneous agenda, I will publicly denounce it at the venue.*

Message sent.

Wren stared at the screen, her eyes burning with icy clarity.

Lawrence wanted to maintain his perfect facade.

Then she would make sure he understood that a facade couldn't be bought by auctioning off another person's mother and their trauma.