Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 522

Gavin Shaw hit her most humiliating nerve far too easily.

It was true—she didn't love Lawrence Langford.

At least, not with the kind of love Wren Whitaker used to have for him.

She had never waited up for him late into the night, had never guarded the Langford Estate for him, had never silently fixed his messes when he was at his lowest.

What she wanted was the status he provided.

The status that would allow her to completely eclipse Wren.

To go from being the hidden daughter on the second floor of the Whitaker Estate to the undisputed Mrs. Langford.

But now, that pedestal was being ripped out from under her.

"I'll do as you say," Willow said.

Gavin set his glass down.

"Don't rush."

He pulled a business card from the folder and slid it across the table toward her.

Starbridge Media.

Kira Mercer.

"She'll teach you how to drop the first stone."

Willow stared at the card.

"Isn't Starbridge under investigation right now?"

"Which is exactly why you have to use them smartly," Gavin smirked. "Starbridge won't show their face, and neither will Kira. She will simply place the question exactly where it needs to be."

Willow picked up the card.

Its stiff edges pressed sharply into her palm.

"What about Lawrence?"

"He's currently investigating W," Gavin said. "The deeper he digs, the more guilt he'll feel toward Wren. Don't try to stop him; stopping him will only make you look guilty."

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Make him see an alternative explanation."

Gavin's gaze was ice-cold.

"The same incident can be called a lifesaving report or a premeditated in-marriage scheme. The only difference is who names it first."

The cold dread in Willow's chest slowly settled into a dark resolve.

Renaming it.

Turning salvation into a scheme.

Turning clarity into calculation.

Twisting everything Wren had done over the years into a meticulously plotted roadmap.

It was incredibly vicious.

And incredibly effective.

She looked up at Gavin.

"Why are you helping me?"

Gavin let out a low chuckle.

"I'm not helping you."

Willow stared at him.

Gavin snapped the folder shut.

"Lawrence is investigating Starbridge, which leads right back to me. Wren has Harrison Xander, Clara Thorne, and Mr. Lawson backing her, while Evelyn Shaw is running a financial audit. If Wren keeps pushing forward, a lot of people are going to be very uncomfortable."

He spoke in a slow, deliberate drawl. "I'm just giving a very uncomfortable person a reason to pause."

Willow understood perfectly.

Gavin wasn't doing this for her.

He didn't care if she won or lost.

He just needed someone who hated Wren to the bone—and was willing to get their hands dirty—to muddy the waters.

Willow should have felt used.

But she realized she had no right to be picky.

This was the only path she had left.

The night air was biting when she walked out of the club.

The driver opened the car door for her, and she slid into the back seat, still clutching the business card.

Her phone screen lit up.

It was a text from Lawrence.

Just one sentence.

"Stop asking around about the old Langford files."