Harry Goldfarb Novels & Stories

"He got my darling Eli to shine his shoes for him, did he? I'll skin him alive!" Grandpa Toby slowly took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the rain from the lenses. His voice came out ice-cold as he muttered, "The Hargroves? It's Felix Hargrove, isn't it? Some nerve they've got to lay hands on my baby Eli. Seems like those bastards don't know what's good for them."

Is there anything you want me to do? "Yeah, that reminds me. I want you to help me check for Charles Goldberg's location. He's my next deal "I heard he just signed a deal with Velaxo company from France and he's number one in New York City right now "And that's why I want him. He's going to be a big catch for me and you "I know that too, and I will do everything in my capacity to make you have him, ma'am. I will let

Zaer Walker gritted his teeth as he spoke to Goldberg before he faced authorities. " Dad!? " Sarah Goldberg screamed, calling to her father as she walked downstairs toward her father. She was getting ready a moment ago while packing her suitcase when she heard a loud voice. She was shocked to see her father arrested by one of the authorities. Looking at their clothes, she immediately knew her father was in trouble. " Where do you want to take him? He is Jacob Goldberg, CEO of the Gold Industry. You can't arrest him like that. " She tried to stop the authorities from carrying out their duties but they just ignored her and continued the work.

“Mr. Gold, have you been listening to my conversation with Bryson? How’d you know that I was aware of his identity?” “He he he…” Mr. Gold chuckled awkwardly. “I’m really sorry, miss. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. One’s curiosity increases with age. I planned on staying away so that you could have a private conversation with Mr. Harper, but I was just too curious to find out what you were talking about. After taking a few steps, I felt like I was nailed to the spot. I couldn’t leave, so… Sigh! I’m sorry, miss! I’m really sorry! I’ll never do it again.” Charlotte wasn’t a petty person. She just waved her hand.

she turned again to look at him and spoke politely “I can’t wait that long, you must know how important I am if your bosses have been wanting to please me, then shouldn’t you be doing the same, give me what I want ,” “I’m sorry but I can’t help you here,” she rolled her eyes now getting worked up with all the shit happening here “Mr. Goldwyn, Miss Mahira is a family friend, there’s some misun...,” Harry tried to reason with Goldwyn, knowing well where this was going but he was interrupted “Mr. Primera, looks like you have already tasted the nectar,” Goldwyn said with a sly dirty smile “Mr. Goldwyn, I would appreciate if you maintain respect and speak, I wouldn’t like to insult you on the occ

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

Harold said smiling a nostalgic smile. “I'm sorry, I thought you were french” Jordan said feeling a little bit uncomfortable with how the man praised him. “You're the first Oscar which, you look just like your father, and your grandfather too” the man said. “Thank you” Jordan said with a grateful smile. “My name is Harold Lagerfeld and welcome I have been waiting all morning for you, I had a show to attend but I can't keep a VIP unattended to” the man said and offered them all seats.

It was very mortifying, especially because the loudest laughter was coming from right next to him. The other one of the youngest members of the board, Marc Goldwin clicked his tongue, his eyes laughing so much at Mr. Sinclair. Everyone's attention got drawn to him because aside from being the other most eligible bachelor of Country F, he was one of the major shareholders of Paul's venture company. If he has something to say, it would not hurt to hear him out. The man carefreely ignored everybody's stares, only meeting Agatha's which was as cold as Paul's. He shrugged, knowing the girl was hostile to him due to the incident at the shooting range.

The biggest wish of all businessmen was to be able to enter the Golden Amethyst Gate during the annual international or national summit. Harvey had always strived toward this goal. He believed that in another five years—no, less than five years. He would only need three more years. Once he brought Fisher Corp to the highest market valuation, the organizers would invite him to step through the Golden Amethyst Gate. However, Elara easily entered it. This was simply unbelievable. There was no way she was that capable. The Golden Amethyst Gate slowly opened toward her. "Elara, you would never be my equal even if you worked hard for 30 years!" The words Harvey said in the past echoed in Elara's m

After several rounds of drinks, Zachary asked, "Harv, have you been abroad for the past year?" "Yes, and the experience was invaluable. I even met the heads of several major global financial groups." "I envy you!" Zachary clicked his tongue in admiration. World-class financial groups were far beyond the reach of the modest Farrell family. Even securing a meeting with one of their leaders was a monumental task. Harvey wore a proud expression. "Though I've been away for a year, I'm still well-informed about Goldspire's affairs. The Avila family is on the rise again. What's going on with the Farrells?"