Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 71

The Friday Youth Medical Innovation Salon was held in a renovated historical building on the east side of the city.

It featured a gray-white exterior and tall, narrow glass windows. There was no flashy red carpet at the entrance, only a simple, elegant sign.

[Youth Medical Innovation Salon]

By the time Wren Whitaker arrived, a crowd had already gathered outside.

Before stepping out of the car, she sat in the backseat and glanced at the warm lights glowing through the glass.

For a moment, she felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

It had been years since she last attended an event like this.

During her six years of marriage, her social life had been reduced almost entirely to the dining table at the Langford Estate.

There were Eleanor Langford's bridge games, family dinners with the Langford relatives, Leo's school parent groups, and the occasional gala where she accompanied Lawrence but was never formally introduced.

She didn't have any real friends of her own.

In the early days, her college group chats would buzz with invitations to reunions or offers to collaborate on projects. But after repeatedly declining, citing a lack of time, people eventually stopped asking.

Her world had been slowly suffocated by the Langford family.

It had shrunk so much that, in the end, she had convinced herself a woman's life was supposed to revolve solely around her husband, her child, and her home.

But as she stood outside the brightly lit venue, clutching her presentation materials, it suddenly dawned on her that she was meant to be among these people.

People discussing technology.

People debating the industry.

People envisioning the future.

Not someone's wife, not someone's mother.

Just a professional with her own name.

"Nervous?"

Phoebe Price's voice came from beside her.

Wren turned around.

Phoebe was dressed in a sleek black suit, her short hair sharply styled, holding a cup of coffee.

When she saw Wren, she smiled warmly.

"I thought you'd be here half an hour early, but you're right on time."

Wren returned the smile. "Traffic was a bit heavy."

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