Lincoln Shepard Novels & Stories

Lincoln broke out in cold sweat and said while he trembled, “Yes…I did have an ex-wife, not… not considered, she’s not considered my ex-wife. Old…Old Master Shaw, if you have anything you wanted to say, please…please go ahead.” “Was it this woman?” Old Master Shaw took out a picture of his daughter when she was young and asked. Lincoln instantly recognized the woman with only a glance. He did not dare to lie, so he nodded. He asked cautiously, “What, what’s wrong, Old Master Shaw?” “This was my daughter. She was…” Old Master Shaw’s expression was initially stern, but his tone became incomparably wavering. “She…May I know if she is alive? Where is she now?”

"You have the right to remain silent." Lincoln's wife appeared behind him. "What's happening? What's going on?" "Mom?" His daughter's voice. Scared. Confused. Lincoln turned to look at them. His family. The people he'd betrayed by staying loyal to a monster. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm so sorry." The agents cuffed him. Led him out. His wife and daughters watching from the doorway, not understanding how their normal life had just shattered. In the car, one agent spoke. "Astor Sinclair gave us your name. Said you helped him cover up evidence. Destroy documents. Threaten witnesses. He's throwing everyone under the bus to try to save himself."

Amelia couldn't help but survey this man from head to toe. Lincoln Spencer? She had never seen this man in her past life, but she had certainly heard about him. Lincoln Spencer, CEO of Navitech, was a legendary figure in the industry. He took up his father's mantle at the age of 28. Currently, he was at the age of slightly over 30. Under his leadership, Navitech had soared to greater heights as one of the leading companies in the industry.

"Although your injury doesn't affect your daily life, General Thayer, I'm sure your lower back hurts a lot when the weather changes, right? During winter or when the weather suddenly turns cold, you have a hard time sleeping, correct? "Actually, you just need to get that piece of shrapnel removed." Lincoln sighed. "That sounds simple enough, but it's an impossible task. I've gone to many hospitals and consulted with numerous experts, but none of them could help me remove it." "That's because you didn't find the right person." "Oh?" Lincoln looked at Cassian. "It sounds like you know someone who can remove the shrapnel for me." Cassian nodded. "Who is it?" Lincoln eagerly asked.

“Admirable, huh? Sounds like someone’s got a crush.” I rolled my eyes. “Shut your ass. It wasn’t like that. I just… didn’t want to see her get hurt. She's a woman.” The three of them exchanged knowing looks and started laughing. Clinton shook his head. “Lincoln Varkar. The famous rockstar. The every girl's dream. Taking bullets for mysterious pretty girls. Mom’s gonna love this story.” I smirked, leaning back against the pillows. “Yeah, well… at least it made the day interesting.”