Mike Ross Harvey Specter Novels & Stories

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!”

“Okay, can you see it now?” I see the expenses of SPECTRA TECH INC. for the year up till now. “The month I labelled red. Yes, that.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. I see a transaction. Not just any transaction. It was a huge sum of amount sent out by James Spectra to Michael Korh. “Oh shit.” Michael Korh isn’t just anybody. Michael is Ethan’s nemesis. Ever since Ethan established SPECTRA TECH, Michael has been his greatest opponent in the market. Greatest enemy, I would say. He is also a billionaire.

They did not expect Harvey to appear at the critical moment. “Young Master Yates, this is Harvey, the one who is difficult to deal with! “The one beside him should be the vice CEO of Sky Corporation, Ray Hart! “As for the other one, I don’t know him!” Todd Jean quickly spoke at this moment with a solemn expression and unconsciously took a step back. “Oh? Harvey? From Sky Corporation?” Phil stood up straight, with a crooked smile on his face. Behind him, Bradley and the other three also showed wretched smiles.

"The Biggest Business Tycoon Thomas Specter finally speaks out about his allegedly being involved in an illegal business." That was on the news headlines. “I can assure you that I have nothing to do with these issues. Probably those people who were spreading these rumors just want attention, nothing to do with their lives. But I don’t hold any grudges toward them; they can do whatever they want. Someday they’ll just get tired and stop spreading this nonsense.” Hyde fixed his gaze at the man on the TV. “But there’s a leaked photo of you together with the illegal smugglers. What can you say about it?” asked someone. The man briefly chuckled.

When Charlie heard that his friend was here today, he hurriedly asked, “Where is Harvey now?” Travis answered, “The Moore family prepared a banquet for the drivers at the side hall, he should be waiting for me in the car by now.” Charlie hummed an okay and said, “Oh, we can go out together, then. I want to say hello to Harvey.” Right now, Harvey had turned over a new leaf. He was no longer the deadbeat loser who looked forever gloomy and miserable. He donned a decent high-end bespoke suit and white gloves, sitting in Travis’s customized limited edition Rolls Royce.

Only he knew what he was thinking. His phone rang suddenly, interrupting Jared's train of thought. He frowned at seeing the caller ID. "What's up?" he answered. Max's excited voice sounded on the other end. "Boss, we have found out the identity of Specter. His name is Zeke Guzman, a first-year student of the Northon Institute. That's all we have found right now, but this is a good enough lead for us to dig further." 'Zeke Guzman?' Jared's hand paused, and he had thought of something. No one knew that the first name of the army commander of Hustuaburg was Guzman.

My assistant added, "Sir, I've also discovered something. Harvey's medical records are all fabricated. He wasn't ill at all. He didn't even go abroad to get medical treatment. He went abroad because he hooked up with another wealthy woman, but she later dumped him." I answered calmly, "Really? Help me sort out the information and give it to Mindy. I want to give her a gift she'll never forget this Thanksgiving."

"Since you don't want to manage the bigger picture, then take over the two entertainment complexes and the casinos under my name." "Hugh!" Harvey sprang to his feet, veins bulging at his temples. Hugh lifted his gaze slightly, his voice turning cold. "Harvey, do you have a problem?" "I've said it before!" Harvey gritted his teeth, almost spitting each word. "She doesn't have the ability! Those entertainment centers and casinos support countless people. Handing them to an outsider so casually--how is anyone supposed to accept that?" "Oh?" Hugh slowly swept his gaze across the room, the last trace of a smile vanishing from his face.

Tyler’s family, the Grants, had once had deep ties to organized crime. After going legitimate, they turned their old network into a private intelligence and investigations firm, which Tyler now ran. Once Eric had given him the details, he finished his cigarette but made no move to go back inside. Instead, he lit another. A moment later, his expression went blank. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, crushed it between his fingers, and tossed the remains into a trash can. --- Back inside the exhibition hall, the appraisal portion of the evening was drawing to a close.

He was as good as they come. However, the US prosecutor, attorney Harvey Slater, wheeled-and-dealed like a true used-car salesman. Slater was Cook County’s federal prosecutor, the man I’d be defending Bohdi against. The legal community of Cook knew Slater was corrupt, but no one was willing to forfeit their career to rat him out. He was one of the few powerful officials in line to be the next attorney general.