I Disguised Myself as Homeless and Walked Into a Huge Supermarket to Choose My Heir

“Sir, you need to leave. Customers are complaining.”

I looked up. It was Kyle Ransom—floor manager. I’d promoted him myself five years ago after he saved a shipment from getting destroyed in a warehouse fire.

Now? He didn’t even recognize me.

“We don’t want your kind here.”

Your kind. I was the kind that built this floor. Paid his salary. Gave him his Christmas bonuses.

I clenched my jaw. Not because the words hurt; they didn’t. I’ve fought in wars, buried friends. been through worse. But because in that moment, I saw the rot spreading through my legacy.

I turned to leave. I’d seen enough.