Harvey Specter Novels & Stories

One of them will bend, especially for the money. To their astonishment, an elite white-hat hacker responded to their request. His alias was Specter. His bio read: [“Ghost consultant” for intelligence agencies across Europe and America, helping trace terrorist communications, dismantle child trafficking networks, and neutralize cyber warfare threats. Morality is unconventional but unwavering: protect the innocent, expose the corrupt, no matter the cost.]

She did not look back at him once. In a quiet corridor of the detention center, Harvey sat alone for a moment. His hands shook. He tried to breathe but the air felt thick. He thought of everything he had done for Matteo, everything he had risked. He had thought he was safe, protected by walls, money, and loyalty. Now he was facing a court, a prison, and a woman’s words that had painted him as a major accomplice. Far away, in another room, Matteo was being told about the charges that waited for him. Racketeering. Arms trafficking. Extraction of DNA for money. Laundering. And now, thanks to Alisa’s statement, conspiracy charges that would tie Harvey to him like a chain.

"If you didn't do it, why are you so willing to cooperate with us? You're telling me it isn't because you're feeling guilty? Harvey York, you have to understand that the crime you committed is very serious, especially when the person you killed is from Country A! "If the Embassy sends a specialist to interfere with this investigation, you're going to be in trouble. You better confess when the precinct can still help you. Otherwise, I'm afraid there's nothing you can change no matter how much you regret it in the future." Their phones would buzz every once in a while, which meant new information coming in. From the new information, not only was Harvey the live-in son-in-law of the Jeans of Mo

Scarlett explained. “What’s his name?” “Harvey Shaw.” “Call him to see me right away.” “Understood. I’ll arrange it right away.” Scarlett immediately made a phone call, “Call Harvey, the manager of the entertainment department, to come to the chairman’s office.” Harvey had a certain status in the entertainment industry. He was the president of an entertainment company and got recruited for a lot of money to join the Transgenerational Group. Plenty of celebrities came with him and stabilized Transgenerational Entertainment.

Harvey thanked the server and carried the flowers to Liberty’s office. Liberty was reviewing the wedding menu as Serenity’s maid-of-honor. Once she was sure everything was in order, she closed the file. She lifted her head when Harvey knocked and entered her office. Looking at Harvey’s face now, she found it hard to believe that the man was the scary drunkard. The man looked handsome after tidying himself up. Of course, he was not in the same league as Zachary and Josh. “Hello, Ms. Hunt. I’m Harvey Gray. We met before in East Hill Apartments,” Harvey introduced himself.

He responds in the same measure, angry and simultaneously trying not to show how stunned this man left me. “I am, Liam Specter, the ridiculous little prick, who will buy your store!”

"Ms. Swenson, you are certainly dedicated to your work." Harvey stood by the door, his face full of haughty arrogance. "Who are you?" Mabel furrowed her brows slightly, she was certain that she had never met this young man before. "Harvey of the Harringtons from Andorry!" Mabel frowned and said, "Oh, it's you!" "Oh? It seems like Ms. Swenson has heard of my name. I must say, I'm flattered," Harvey said with a chuckle. Mabel responded with displeasure, "In broad daylight, you brazenly storm into our Schubert Herbary. Don't you think this is a bit too far?"

I asked Harvey. He scratched his head, confused. “I went through all the personnel files… but there’s no one named Evan.” What the hell?？？ I slammed my hand on the table, glaring at Harvey. “You hired these people, and now their records don’t even match. Should I start wondering if you’re a goddamn spy?” The man nearly fell to his knees, trembling. “NO I swear! I’ve been on this project for a year already. If I wanted to sabotage it, I could’ve done it a hundred times by now!”

He read to the end of the sentence he'd been reading—a few words about the revolutionary hydrodynamics of the stern—before methodically reaching out and hitting the keyboard. The headline unwound on the second screen: FORMER ROBERTS GLOBAL COO HARPER LANE CONVICTED ON MULTIPLE COUNTS OF SECURITIES FRAUD, EMBEZZLEMENT, AND WITNESS TAMPERING. FACES 8-12 YEARS IN FEDERAL PRISON. He read it again. And again. No tidal wave of vindication. No searing, burning feeling of triumph. The feeling that washed over him was much quieter, much stranger: peace.

Natasha's name was sitting on it. He swiped to answer. "Hey, Natasha." "Maxwell, are you watching this?" "I am watching it." Maxwell said, “That Harvey guy is annoying though.” He said, referring to the analyst who was still talking about sterling industries. Now he was speaking about how the whole Sterling empire should be investigated, although he couldn't say anything when the other analyst pressured him asking him for what? He just stumbled over his words and said