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

“We’d… be rich?” he whispered.

“You’d be responsible,” I corrected gently. “For a lot of people who need help.”

Elena shook her head, eyes wide.

“No,” she said immediately.

“We can’t take that. We’re nobodies. I clean floors.

I don’t know how to run a store.”

I gestured toward the window, toward the city.

“Most of the people out there with money don’t know what it feels like to be on the sidewalk in a snowstorm,” I said. “You do. That matters more than you think.”

I kept my voice steady.

“We’ll set up a foundation,” I said.

“Most of the money will go there. There will be lawyers and advisors. But you and Tommy will decide the mission.”

Tommy’s eyes shone.

“Can we help kids first?” he asked.

“The ones that sleep in cars?”

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