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

I thought I understood.

Turns out, I didn’t.

Two employees watched me from behind a jewelry counter.

“Should we call security?” one whispered. “She looks… unstable.”

“Yeah,” the other said. “We can’t have her near the glass.

She’ll scare the customers.”

My chest tightened.

Worthless. Lazy. Unclean.

Beggar.

The words weren’t said out loud, but I could feel them.

I shuffled toward the escalator, hugging my coat tighter.

A woman in furs hissed as I passed.

“Why is this thing allowed in here?” she snapped to her friend. “She should be on the street, not next to the handbags.”

Her friend laughed.

“Pathetic,” a man nearby added, like he was grading me.

I’d never felt so small in a place that belonged to me.

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