Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 567

After Florence finished speaking, only the faint rustle of the wind echoed through the receiver.

Wren didn't push for more right away.

She could tell the woman was teetering on the edge of a cliff. One step forward, and she would spill secrets she had kept buried for over a decade; but push her too hard, and she might retreat back into permanent silence.

Robert scribbled a few lines on a notepad and slid it toward Wren.

Public place.

Lawyer present.

Witness protection.

Wren glanced at it and softened her voice. "Mrs. Fletcher, would you be willing to meet? It doesn't have to be tonight. We can work around your schedule."

There was a prolonged pause on the other end.

After a long time, the elderly woman murmured, "I'm old now, my memory isn't what it used to be. I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing about a lot of this."

"Just tell us what you saw with your own eyes," Wren reassured her. "You don't need to make judgments for anyone, and you don't need to prove anything for me."

That seemed to calm her.

A few seconds later, Florence provided an address.

"Tomorrow at 3:00 PM, by the East Gate of The Metropolitan Library. There's a big crowd there."

"Alright."

The call disconnected. The conference room was completely silent.

Phoebe twirled a pen in her fingers before slapping it down onto the table. "So Warren was basically running his own shadow receipt ledger back then?"

Robert refrained from jumping to conclusions. Instead, he exported the audio file and assigned it a reference number.

"Right now, all we can say is that a witness claims to have seen a logbook that bypassed Langford Medical's official numbering. Whether it can serve as evidence depends on how much detail Mrs. Fletcher can provide tomorrow."

Maya sat before her computer, the screen's glow washing her face in a pale light.

"If that book really exists, the whereabouts of Attachment Two might be logged inside it."

Wren stared at the words Attachment Two on the whiteboard.

From the first page of the confirmed version, to the borrowing column in Langford's old archives, to the black book Florence mentioned—this chain of events was no longer just a gaping void.

But she felt no relief.

If Warren had successfully hidden something this critical for over a decade, he certainly wouldn't be sitting around waiting for them to find it.

Wren grabbed a marker and added a line to the bottom of the board:

Warren Stafford is currently out of the country.

This was the preliminary finding Leonard had shared a few days ago.

After leaving Langford Medical, Warren claimed his health was failing and ceased all corporate involvement. However, immigration records showed he had been residing overseas for years. He held few assets in his own name. The real active players domestically were his nephew, Sean Stafford, and several consulting firms.

Southbridge Corporate Advisory.

Wenham Management Consulting.

These two companies were inextricably linked to Apex's old financial accounts.

Phoebe stared at the new line of text, furrowing her brow. "If he isn't even in the country, where could the book be?"

"Two possibilities," Robert theorized. "First, he took the book with him, meaning it's overseas. Second, he left the original or a copy with a proxy here in the country."

Maya tapped her keyboard, pulling up Sean's public profiles.

"Sean Stafford. Thirty-seven years old. Studied business abroad and went into corporate consulting upon returning. He's actively involved in running Southbridge and Wenham. On paper, nothing looks suspicious, but he's crossed paths on projects with Starbridge Media twice."

Phoebe scoffed. "Round and round we go, right back to Gavin."

Wren stayed silent.

Gavin had muddied these waters in a bid to gorge on the profits of Langford Medical's outsourcing, public relations, and distribution channels. Warren was hiding overseas, his domestic proxy tangled up with these exact same companies.

The old case, the public outrage, the Langford crisis—these disparate threads were slowly weaving themselves into a tight, dark knot.

Just then, Wren's phone screen lit up.