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

One of the floor managers started walking toward me, face hard, hand already reaching for his radio.

“All right, ma’am,” he said, voice stiff. “I’m going to have to ask you to—”

He never finished.

Because out of nowhere, someone hit me from behind.

Not a punch.

A full-body launch.

Small arms slammed around my shoulders, nearly knocking me over.

My cane slipped, clattering on the floor.

I screamed.

“Stop! Let go!” My heart kicked against my ribs so hard it hurt.

“Mrs!” a small voice gasped against my neck. “Mrs.

It’s you!”

My brain stuttered.

That voice.

I knew that voice.

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