Lindsay Partin Novels & Stories

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

"Oh my, the more I look, the more I see how beautiful we are. We should definitely let more people appreciate this beauty." At that moment, Lindsay was also trying on a different style of a long dress in the same color. She looked at herself in the mirror and chuckled. "Indeed, the two women in the mirror are absolutely stunning." As they were bantering, Lindsay's phone rang. It was from an unknown number. She answered it, "Hello!" Since she hadn't hired an assistant yet, she handled all her entertainment industry matters herself. Unknown numbers could be new work opportunities or offers, so she always answered them.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

'Hopeless with almost everything except for numbers. I doubt that. Ariston had told her that Lindsay was a brilliant mathematician and was currently teaching at a university in New York City. Looking at her sister-in-law, Lucette couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated. Lindsay might have social anxiety, but she hid it remarkably well. Lucette was the one who felt and no doubt looked anxious about so many things.

I still remembered when I started working with my old partner, the late Richard Carter, and then I met that whole team and I also met her, so she got to know my daughter from that time when Annie was still a baby. Her concern was understandable because years had passed and despite everything that had happened, Lindsay hadn't changed; she was still who she was when I met her.

Lindsay asks, furrowing her brow and not hiding the look of disgust. "Forgive me, I never introduced you," Ryan says, turning to her rather impolitely as he takes my sweaty hand. "Darling, this is Miss Lindsay Thomas, she's been working at JBR Enterprises for a few years. And this lady here is my lovely wife, Mrs. Morgana Burke." He approached and kissed me on the cheek. Lindsay's gaze toward me now is completely different from our first contact; it seemed jealous and surprised. A kind of respect shines in her eyes in a different way.

But the knot of fear in her stomach refused to loosen. ****** Across the floor, Lindsay sat at her desk with perfect posture, fingers flying across her keyboard as if nothing had happened. To anyone walking by, she looked like the model of efficiency–the loyal, unflappable secetary who had served Henry Moore for three long years. Inside, she was boiling.

“Lindsay’s daughter? Why would anyone target Ivan and Mia specifically?” My mind raced back to my discovery just days ago. Lindsay Watson, Executive Assistant at Phoenix Design Studio. Regina’s right hand. The woman who’d been pretending to be unrelated to Regina while facilitating Ivan’s friendship with Mia. “Actually,” I said slowly, the pieces clicking together, “I know Lindsay works for you. I found her name in Phoenix’s employee directory.” Regina’s face went white. “You know?”

“If I wanted to ruin Eloise Perkins, I’d do it properly. Not with some half-assed drug stunt.” Lindsay snorted into her tea. “You sound obsessed.” “I’m not obsessed.” “Sure you’re not.” I shot her a glare. “I just think it’s pathetic how everyone’s falling for her little sob story. The whole ‘I’m misunderstood, please like me’ act. It’s exhausting.” “She’s got good timing,” Lindsay said with a shrug. “And a pretty face. People love that combination.” I hated that she was right. For a moment, we both went quiet. The manicurist filed my nails gently, the rhythmic sound grating against my nerves.

Lindsay felt her legs suddenly weak and she felt dizzy. There was no way it was Josephine, standing in the crowd of onlookers, glaring at her with a sharp and sinister smile. Lindsay rubbed her eyes, completely unable to believe her own eyes. What was she doing here, after six years of disappearance without being heard from? Lindsay touched the arm of a committee member. "I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling well and I don't think I can continue to participate in this event," Lindsay said matter-of-factly.