I Pretended to Be Homeless at the Department Store I Owned to Find My Heir – Then Someone Suddenly Grabbed Me from Behind

My throat closed up.

“That’s a good answer,” I said.

He shrugged.

“No one helped us but you,” he said. “I want to be like that.

But more. Bigger.”

Something settled in me.

A click.

Like a key turning in a lock.

“Elena,” I said, “I’m going to say something that may sound crazy.”

She gave a short, tired laugh.

“I chased my kid through a department store because he tackled a fake homeless woman who turned out to be an old angel who owns the building,” she said. “Crazy and I are acquainted.”

Fair point.

I leaned forward.

“I want you and Tommy to be my heirs,” I said.

Silence.

She blinked.

“My store.

My assets. My estate,” I said. “I want them to go to you two.

Not so you can buy nice cars. So you can build what he just described.”

Tommy’s mouth fell open.

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