Dr. Kenneth Goldman Novels & Stories

When she ended the call, he felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, he felt relieved, he could not believe his luck, Christian Goldman, the most powerful and richest man in the country, had agreed to discuss the investment plan presented to his company. He was euphoric, overflowing with happiness, and without wasting any more time, he set out for the powerful magnate's office. Before the appointed time, he arrived at the luxurious building, where seconds later he was greeted by a beautiful and elegant secretary, who immediately greeted him with a smile. “Good afternoon, miss. I have an appointment with Mr. Goldman. I'm Jonah Johnson,” the woman looked at him curiously f

The foundation's paperwork was im⁠peccable, its source untraceabl‌e to Sterling⁠ Hold‍ings. Kaelan Kaelan sat ac‌ross from Dr. Aris Thor‌ne (no relation), a ren⁠owned psy⁠ch‍ologist who specialized in w⁠or‌king with h‌igh-pr⁠ofile in‌divid‍uals who h‌ad‍, i‍n her w‍o‍rds, "forgott‌en how to be human." The‌ offi‌c‍e w‌as calm, fi‍lled with soft light and books, a uni‍verse‍ away from his corpo‍rate world.

"I'm just…” I smiled. "...getting used to this." He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. "You should, because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon." God. This man was dangerous. --- A week later I had just finished a successful liver surgery when Sandra hurried into my office. "Dr. Kuntz." I looked up from the patient chart. "What is it?" "Theon Bergmann is here for his follow-up appointment." My attention shifted immediately. "He specifically requested you." She said. "I'll see him."

In just two short years, I led my team to develop a new targeted therapy that broke through foreign monopolies and shook the entire medical field. That night was the awards ceremony for the highest honor in global medicine. I wore a bold crimson gown, my arm hooked through that of the tall, broad-shouldered man beside me as we stepped onto the red carpet. He was Christian Goldman, the head of Goldman Group and Jonathan's longtime close friend. During the darkest, most agonizing days of my recovery, it was he who stayed by my hospital bed day and night, showing endless patience and gentleness to carefully piece my shattered soul back together.

“Hello, I am Doctor Ken, your new Physiatrist hired by the director. I am looking forward to supporting you and your health.” The handsome young man introduced himself as he smiled politely, maintaining a professional calm expression as his eyes lingered between Sara and Granny’s seats on the couch right before him. ​

"Gus Robson, from Sunridge. You have an eight-year-old daughter who just started first grade, right?" Gus' emotions flared, his voice rising in panic. "M-Mr. Hawk, what are you going to do? My daughter is just a kid—don't involve her! Please, don't hurt her!" Stanley opened another envelope, this time pulling out a document about Cary Kinsman. "Dr. Cary Kinsman, a medical doctor with a PhD. Former chief physician at a top-tier hospital. But you've been accepting bribes on the side, performing shady surgeries. If this gets out, your career's over!"

“I hope this happiness isn’t temporary. I want to see Alden become even greater.” “By the way, do you know Goldtime partnered with Giantic?” Hannah nodded. “Yes, what about it?” “Well, I accidentally overheard Mr. Gulfman talking to your husband while you were on your honeymoon. Do you know one of the directors of that company is Kenneth?” “Who’s Kenneth?”

"It turns out Dr. Brandon Kim was one of the doctors Mr. Aaron had intended to recruit to study Mr. Aslan's condition and find a cure." Allen’s eyes widened. “What?” "He was supposed to lead the research, but Dr. Brandon Kim refused. He didn't want to conduct experiments on humans, let alone on a child. Mr. Aaron threatened him and deliberately sabotaged his medical career. He was also fired from the renowned hospital that employed him. Several false scandals were fabricated to tarnish his reputation as a doctor. After all that happened, Dr. Brandon Kim established his own clinic and has managed to survive until now.” “Wait, so he knows about the Kennedy family?”

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.