Novel & Cerita Lindsay Partin

"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.

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.

I pushed the shopping cart while looking down at the prenatal milk powder on the shelves. “Jensen? What a coincidence.” A sarcastic voice sounded behind me. I turned around and saw Adam and Chelsea standing a few steps away. Chelsea glanced at the items in my cart and let out a smug, mocking laugh. “Jensen, where is your rich wife? You are a man, yet she makes you buy prenatal products by yourself. You have no status in the Beckett family, do you? You even have to buy these things alone.” I frowned and looked at her calmly. “What does that have to do with you?”

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.

John elaborated and handed a file to Lily. She was the new financial manager but she doubles as an assistant project manager. Lily took the files, opened one of them and started glancing through. The client is from the entertainment circle and he is looking for an investor for a new movie projector. The entertainment industry is actually a big place and even though the risk is high, the returns if everything goes well look promising. Lily's lips curled up. If she can secure this and it works it will put her in a different light. "I see you are excited. I knew you would like this. This is why I saved it for you," John said smiling.

he inquired. She clapped her hands together in clamorous glee. “I knew it! It’s him, Zayn Larson, Guineve’s premier fighter and young superior class genius who hasn’t even reached thirty years of age! That man right there… is my idol!” It was none other than Lindsay Young herself. She had gone to the park with two of her fellow practitioners only to meet Zayn, her idol! To be so close to him just moved her so much that she was close to tears.

"Oh dear I'm so sorry, I didn't notice that you were wearing an aid, are we being too loud." "Oh no you're fine." I fiddled with my 'hearing aid' and heard the men's voice come through loud and clear. Good, now I can listen to Shane in one ear and these chicks in the other. He must be really flustered if he doesn't realize that I'd planted something on him. I was all but jumping for joy at the fact that I'd finally got one over on him. "So, your Lily, she's into history I hear...."