Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 477

Willow Whitaker went to see Gavin Shaw in the early evening.

She didn't let the Whitaker family driver take her to the club's entrance, instead having the car stop a block away. The rain had just stopped, and the ground was slick. Streetlights reflected in the puddles, scattering like shattered glass beneath her heels.

Gavin's club still didn't have a sign.

The brass lamp at the door was unlit. The waiter had clearly been instructed beforehand; upon seeing her, he asked no questions and simply stepped aside to guide her upstairs.

In the private room, Gavin was reviewing financial ledgers.

Hearing the door, he looked up and smiled.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to come looking for me now, Ms. Whitaker?"

Willow took off her coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

"If you thought it was too late, you wouldn't have let me up."

Gavin closed the file.

In the past, whenever he saw Willow, she was usually by Lawrence's side. She would smile softly, her eyes dewy, like a delicate flower needing support.

Today was different.

Her face still bore a trace of pale fragility, but her eyes were glacial.

Gavin poured a cup of tea and pushed it across the table.

"Speak."

Willow didn't touch the tea.

"Thorne Corp already has their eyes on Starbridge Media and Quasar Business Consulting. Harrison Xander is checking the funds, Clara Thorne is checking the regulations, and Lawrence is pulling the contracts between Langford Medical and Starbridge. You should be much more anxious than I am right now."

Gavin watched her, his smile fading slightly.

"You know quite a bit."

"I worked at Langford Medical. I don't just know how to cry."

That sentence made Gavin's eyebrows twitch slightly.

"It seems Lawrence revoking your access has sobered you up."

Willow's fingers slowly tightened.

Having that wound poked so casually still hurt terribly.

She met his gaze.

"I want to know who is cleaning up Starbridge's trail."

Gavin didn't answer.

The room fell silent, leaving only the steam rising slowly from the tea.

After a moment, he let out a low chuckle.

"Willow, you're barking up the wrong tree. What you need to protect right now isn't just the Langford project, or your own little reputation. What you're truly terrified of is Wren continuing her investigation."

Willow's expression shifted.

Gavin leaned back, his tone casual.

"You're terrified the Vivian Vance cold case will be brought to light and drag the Whitaker family down with it. You're also afraid that once Lawrence gets to the bottom of it, he'll discard you completely."

Willow replied coldly, "You don't need to analyze me."

"I'm warning you," Gavin stared at her. "If you want to hurt Wren, don't just fixate on Lawrence. She doesn't rely on him to survive anymore. If you want to hit her where it hurts, go after what she can't let go of."

Willow remained silent.

Vivian Vance.

That name was like a thorn wedged between her and Wren for years.

Wren had a mother.

Even though Vivian was dead, she still shone like a light over all the events of the past. What Willow hated most was exactly this kind of person—someone who refused to completely disappear even in death.

"You know about the Vivian Vance case?" she asked.

Gavin slowly picked up his teacup.

"I know someone who knows a lot more about it than I do."

Willow stared at him.

"Who?"

Gavin gave a slight smile.

"It's not time for you to meet him yet."

Willow stood up. "Then we have nothing more to discuss."

She turned to leave.

Gavin's voice drifted from behind her.

"Lawrence is at Langford Medical tonight, dealing with the old files you fear the most. Go to him now. Tell him you're scared, tell him the Whitaker family is ruined, tell him he's all you have left."