Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 472

He had given Wren the title of Mrs. Langford, the status of the mother of his heir, and the wealth and prestige of the Langford empire.

So he had naturally assumed she should endure everything else.

He assumed she should just understand.

He assumed that as long as her status wasn't threatened, anything that happened on the outside didn't qualify as actual harm.

Now, hearing Gavin present the exact same logic, Lawrence finally saw it for what it truly was: blinding, toxic arrogance.

"Are you absolutely sure Evelyn isn't going to push it?" Lawrence asked.

Gavin's smile turned icy.

"Let her push. What's she going to do? Leave the Shaw family?"

Lawrence looked at him, suddenly devoid of any desire to continue the conversation.

Gavin wasn't ignorant.

He just genuinely didn't care.

A knock sounded at the door.

Gavin's assistant rushed in, leaning down to whisper frantically in his ear.

The arrogant smirk wiped completely off Gavin's face.

"Did she contact Clara Thorne?"

"Not yet," the assistant murmured. "But The Evelyn Foundation just issued a formal demand for Starbridge to provide the raw itemized receipts for all services rendered last year, including bot network deployments, subcontracting agreements, and proof of payment to Quasar Business Consulting."

Lawrence's eyes flicked up.

Gavin slammed his teacup onto the table.

"Has she lost her mind?"

Lawrence looked at him. "Didn't you just say she knows exactly what she shouldn't ask?"

Gavin's face contorted in fury.

He stood up, paced to the window, and dialed Evelyn's number.

It rang for a long time before she answered.

Gavin's voice was tight with suppressed rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing, auditing the Starbridge accounts?"

On the other end of the line, the woman's voice was perfectly placid.

"It's the foundation's annual audit."

"Evelyn, do not give me the corporate runaround."

"Then what exactly would you like to hear?" Evelyn's tone remained unruffled. "Would you like me to say that I shouldn't be investigating what you've been doing with charity funds?"

Gavin's face turned pale. He shot a look at Lawrence and lowered his voice.

"Don't make this uglier than it needs to be."

"The numbers are uglier than my words," Evelyn replied.

Gavin's temper flared. "Don't forget who you are."

The line went quiet for a moment.

When Evelyn spoke again, there was absolutely no tremor in her voice.

"I haven't forgotten, Gavin. I am the acting director of The Evelyn Shaw Foundation, and I am the co-signatory for the philanthropic wing of the Shaw family trust. I have the legal right to audit every single penny that leaves this foundation."

Gavin gritted his teeth. "You are my wife."

"Which is the only reason I am granting you the courtesy of this phone call," Evelyn said. "If it were anyone else, the formal audit notice would have already been issued."

Her words sliced through his ego like a scalpel.

Gavin's face turned a mottled purple.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Severing ties," Evelyn stated firmly. "I am going to investigate every single murky transaction between the foundation, Starbridge Media, and Quasar. If you think I am overstepping my boundaries, have your lawyers contact mine."

The call abruptly ended.

Gavin stood rigidly by the window, the veins bulging on the back of his hand as he gripped his phone.

The private room was dead quiet.

Lawrence didn't say a word.

Gavin slowly turned around, the explosive rage now condensed into a dark, simmering hostility.