Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 525

By the time Wren Whitaker saw Lawrence Langford, Stellaris had just finished their second meeting on supplementary materials.

The whiteboard in the conference room hadn't even been erased yet.

Phrases like "Model Origin Tracing," "Child Resistance Logs," "Family Interview Audio Ban Commitment," and "Third-Party Algorithm Boundary Protocol" were crammed together. Next to them hung a freshly printed log manifest from Maya Merritt.

Phoebe Price stood at the doorway holding a water glass, her expression sour.

"He's downstairs."

Wren capped her pen.

"Who?"

Phoebe just looked at her.

Wren understood immediately.

Lawrence.

He didn't come up directly.

That actually surprised her a little.

In the past, whenever Lawrence wanted to see her, he rarely waited. At the Langford Estate, at the office, at the hospital, at the school—if he felt it was necessary, his tone naturally carried an unwavering conviction of "you will accommodate me."

But now, he was standing downstairs, having the receptionist call up to ask if Wren had ten minutes to spare.

Ten minutes.

It was as if he had finally learned that other people's time required permission.

Phoebe kept her voice low. "If you don't want to see him, I'll have the front desk send him away."

Wren tidied up the documents on the table.

"I'll see him."

Phoebe frowned.

"Right now?"

"The screenshots in the industry groups are still spreading," Wren said. "For him to show up at this exact moment, it's highly likely about the W Report."

Phoebe's expression worsened.

"He found out?"

Wren didn't answer.

She slipped the evidence retention log Mr. Lawson had sent over into a folder and stood up.

"You and Maya keep tracing the source. Pay special attention to Starbridge Media and Quasar Business Consulting."

Phoebe paused.

"Quasar Business Consulting?"

"Gavin Shaw's company," Wren said. "He's not just doing this out of the goodness of his heart for Willow. If Langford Medical gets dragged into chaos, there's money to be made in PR, outsourcing, compliance packaging, and alternative services. He wants the waters muddied even more than Willow does."

Phoebe understood.

She let out a cold laugh.

"Great. Nice to see he's not just a petty jerk for fun anymore."

Wren glanced at her.

Phoebe raised her hands.

"Fine, I'll be professional. Nice to see he finally has a commercial motive."

The guest reception area downstairs was tucked off to the side of the main lobby.

Outside the glass partitions, the evening light was chopped into rigid blocks by the surrounding skyscrapers, spilling coldly across the floor.

Lawrence sat by the window.

He hadn't brought his assistant today. He was wearing his usual dark suit, but his tie was loosened by half an inch. On the table sat a file envelope, sealed shut with Langford Medical's red internal tamper tape.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

Wren walked over and sat opposite him.

"Ten minutes."

Lawrence looked at her.

In the past, he despised it when Wren used this clinical, business-like tone with him. It always made him feel like she was intentionally widening the gap, actively turning their marriage into a negotiation.

Now he realized it probably hadn't been intentional.

She just finally stopped treating him as her ultimate priority.

"I had Legal document the industry group chatter for the record," Lawrence started. "The earliest anonymous threads likely trace back to Starbridge Media. Quasar Business Consulting is in the mix as well."

Wren wasn't surprised.

"Is that what you came to tell me?"

"And about the W Report."