Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 80

Julian walked in just in time to hear the final directive.

"Willow making moves?"

Wren's voice was ice. "She's getting desperate."

Willow had secured Lawrence's penthouse and his checkbook last night.

And today, she was instantly trying to steal the narrative.

This wasn't about building a medical project.

She was aggressively trying to shackle her name to Stellaris, forcing a fake partnership into the public eye to make it a reality.

If the industry believed the Langford charity project and the Stellaris pilot were linked, Willow would ride the coattails straight to the top.

And Wren was absolutely not going to let that happen.

At exactly 10:30 AM, Stellaris dropped the press release.

The wording was fiercely professional, but utterly ruthless.

It didn't explicitly name Willow.

But every single sentence acted as a surgical strike, severing all ties.

The industry veterans read between the lines instantly.

Maya fired off a message in the group chat immediately.

[Savage. That's how you do it. Zero hesitation, straight to the kill.]

Phoebe chimed in:

[That PR piece was a blatant hijack attempt. Want me to put my people on tracking the leak?]

Wren replied:

[Stand down for now. Just archive the receipts.]

Maya texted:

[Wren, you are cold-blooded right now.]

Wren read the text, but felt no sense of victory.

Being cold-blooded was a survival tactic.

If she showed an ounce of weakness, Willow's fake tears, Lawrence's massive ego, and her family's toxic emotional blackmail would tear her to pieces.

At Langford Medical Group headquarters.

Less than ten minutes after the Stellaris press release went live, Xavier rushed the dossier into Lawrence's office.

"Mr. Langford, Stellaris just issued a public statement."

Lawrence scanned the release, his jaw locking tight.

Willow was sitting across from his desk.

She was dressed in a soft, elegant suit, having come in to give an update on the charity project.

The second she read the statement, tears welled in her eyes.

"I just don't want Wren to hate me more than she already does."

Lawrence's expression darkened further.

Wren again.

Every single disaster lately seemed to trace right back to her.

She didn't even have to be in the room to send everyone into a tailspin.

Jude Sinclair practically sprinted into the office a moment later.

As soon as he walked in, his eyes darted straight to Willow.

"Willow, I am so sorry. I didn't realize that piece would trigger such a massive blowback."

Willow shook her head gently. "It's okay. I know you were just trying to help me."

Jude looked even more agonized.

Sitting behind his mahogany desk, Lawrence watched the pathetic exchange, his voice dripping with ice. "Who authorized you to run that piece?"

Jude snapped to attention. "Mr. Langford, it was a gross miscalculation on my part. I felt the charity project needed aggressive early market positioning, but I severely fumbled the messaging."

"From now on, every piece of external copy goes through Xavier first."

"Understood."

Lawrence leaned back. "And why do you think Stellaris went nuclear over a simple press release?"

Jude hesitated.