Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 566

"Have you tracked down his current location?" Lawrence asked.

Leonard handed him a tablet.

"The previous investigations showed he wasn't in the country. We contacted an overseas investigation firm and found that Warren hasn't held any public positions since resigning. He claims poor health. The assets under his own name are modest, but there are multiple properties and two companies registered under his wife and nephew."

Lawrence took the tablet.

The screen displayed several linked entities.

Southbridge Corporate Advisory.

Wenham Management Consulting.

Apex Digital Intelligence Research Center, historical consulting fee expenses.

Lawrence's gaze turned grim.

"Apex was paying them?"

"Not directly to Warren," Leonard said. "Through Southbridge Corporate Advisory, there were continuous consulting service fees for five straight years. The individual amounts weren't massive, but they add up to a lot. Also, right before Vanguard Trading Co. deregistered, a final payment was wired to Wenham Management Consulting."

Lawrence gripped the edge of the tablet, his knuckles turning white.

This information alone wasn't enough to convict anyone.

But it was more than enough to prove that Warren had never truly walked away from Project Morning Star Phase II.

He simply walked out of Langford Medical's front door and onto a different set of financial books.

Leonard hesitated before asking quietly, "Mr. Langford, should we sync these scans to Mr. Lawson's team?"

The archive room fell silent.

Lawrence stared at the logbooks on the table.

He knew very well that the moment he handed these over, the blade in Wren's hand would only grow sharper.

She would keep digging.

Digging into Warren, into Apex, into Vanguard, into Silas Langford.

Eventually, she would dig up exactly how much the Langford family had truly profited from all of it.

She would sever herself even further from Langford Medical.

And she would slip even further away from him.

Lawrence closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he opened them.

"Sync them."

Leonard nodded and immediately instructed the legal team to perform official evidentiary scans.

"And don't send them to her privately," Lawrence added. "Issue a formal request for assistance, stamp it, and keep a paper trail."

Leonard looked up at him.

Lawrence's voice dropped. "She won't accept anything I hand her under the table anymore."

His words fell into the archive room, softer than the rustle of turning pages.

On the other side of the city, the lights in Stellaris's conference room were still ablaze.

When Robert received the scanned files from Langford's legal team, Wren and Phoebe were busy cross-checking seventeen supplementary documents. The email popped up, and Robert's expression shifted after glancing at just the first two pages.

"Wren, you need to see this."

Wren walked over.

On the screen, Warren's signature appeared one after another.

The Consultant's Opinion Letter, signed for receipt.

Attachment Two, borrowed.

Ethical Supplement, rejected.

Board Office Meeting Backup Materials, retroactively logged.

Phoebe stood beside them, her frown deepening with every line she read.

"He pulled every single piece of critical material completely out of the official project files."

Maya scrolled through the pages, her voice hushed. "It's not just about pulling them. Look at the dates. Every time Vivian raised an objection, a temporary Board Office transfer magically occurred the very next day, or at most the day after."

Wren stared at the column of dates.

The timeline stretched back over a decade, yet it acted like a jagged needle, stitching together a truth that had long been buried.

Vivian hadn't stayed silent.