Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 416

A certain rising star in the rehabilitation sector allegedly received internal complaint screenshots from a competitor. Is children's privacy a genuine priority or just a weapon?

No names were dropped.

But the comments section was quickly steered into a frenzy.

Rising star rehab project? Isn't that Stellaris?

Who benefits the most if Langford Medical's family companionship program takes a hit?

Isn't Wren Whitaker in the middle of a divorce with Mr. Langford? The plot thickens.

Using a kid's privacy for corporate warfare is absolutely disgusting.

When Phoebe saw the comments, her hands shook with fury.

"They don't even use names; they just bait people into guessing."

Wren sat at her computer, watching the toxic comments scroll by.

Every single line felt like mud being slung in her direction.

They didn't need evidence to ruin a reputation.

Joey's face flushed red with anxiety. "Should we issue a statement?"

"We can't rush this," Wren replied.

Phoebe looked at her. "If we stay quiet much longer, the narrative will stick."

"A statement has to wait for the regulatory conclusion," Wren said, keeping her eyes on the screen. "If we post now, it'll just look like we're guilty. Let's document the accounts driving this smear campaign first."

Phoebe took a deep breath.

"Fine."

Just then, Lawrence Langford's call came through.

Wren glanced at the caller ID and answered.

Lawrence's voice was dark. "Have you seen what's online?"

"I have."

"I can have it scrubbed."

"Don't."

There was a heavy pause on the other end.

Lawrence seemed to be suppressing his anger. "Do you have any idea how much damage this will do to Stellaris if it blows up?"

"Investigate."

"The online accounts, sir?" the assistant asked immediately.

"Investigate internally." Lawrence looked up, his voice chillingly cold. "Find out who dragged Stellaris into this, and who fed the talking points to the media. I want everyone involved exposed."

The assistant bowed his head. "Right away."

At the same time, Willow sat in her car, scrolling through the escalating online discussions.

She didn't retweet, didn't like a single post, and didn't even log into her own account.

She simply watched as the internet slowly linked the words 'Stellaris', 'Wren Whitaker', 'divorce', 'corporate war', and 'children's privacy' together.

There was no smile on her face.

But a glimmer of relief finally settled in her eyes.

This wasn't enough.

Nowhere near enough.

The gala hadn't even started yet.

The true public spectacle needed to happen when the spotlight was at its brightest.