The Billionaire Saw A Poor Little Boy Wearing His Long -Lost Necklace . What He Did Next Shocked …
Thomas M’s world collapsed the very moment his eyes fixed on the small golden pendant hanging from the dirty neck of a street boy.
His hands trembled so badly he nearly dropped his phone, and his heart raced as if struck by an electric shock.
That necklace was impossible.
It had to be impossible.
“Sofia…” he whispered the name of his missing daughter, feeling tears burn his eyes for the first time in five years.
Thomas was returning from yet another frustrating business meeting when he decided to take a different route through downtown Chicago.
At 42, he had built a real estate empire worth $300 million.
But all his wealth had not been able to buy the only thing that truly mattered: finding his six-year-old daughter, who had mysteriously vanished during a walk in the park.
The boy couldn’t have been more than ten.
He sat on the sidewalk, leaning against the red-brick wall of an abandoned building, dressed in torn clothes, barefoot with injured feet.
His brown hair was messy, and his thin face showed clear signs of malnutrition.
But it was the necklace that froze Thomas’s blood in his veins.
It was exactly like the one he had given Sofia for her fifth birthday.
A star-shaped pendant with a small emerald in the center, custom-made by an exclusive jeweler in New York.
Only three identical pieces existed in the entire world, and Thomas knew exactly where the other two were.
He slammed the Bentley to a stop at the curb, ignoring the angry honking of drivers behind him.
His steps were unsteady as he approached the boy, who watched him with wide, frightened eyes—like a wounded animal ready to run at any second.
“Hello,” Thomas said, trying to control his voice, though it betrayed his inner turmoil.
“That necklace… where did you get it?”
The boy shrank further against the wall, clutching a filthy plastic bag that seemed to hold all his belongings.
His blue eyes—eerily similar to Thomas’s own—studied him with a mix of distrust and fear.
“I didn’t steal anything,” the boy muttered hoarsely.
“It’s mine.”
“I’m not saying you stole it.”
Thomas slowly knelt down, trying to seem less threatening.
“I just want to know where it came from. It looks very much like one I used to know.”
For a moment, something flickered in the boy’s eyes—recognition, or maybe just curiosity.
He instinctively touched the pendant, as if it were a protective talisman.
“I’ve always had it,” he answered simply. “For as long as I can remember.”
Those words hit Thomas like a punch to the stomach.
How could it be possible?
His rational mind fought against the impossible possibilities forming inside him.
The boy was about the right age.
The eyes were the same color.
And that necklace…
“What’s your name?” Thomas asked, his voice trembling.
“Alex,” the boy said after a pause.
“Alex Thompson.”
“Thompson” wasn’t the surname Thomas had expected to hear, but the way the boy pronounced it sounded rehearsed—like it wasn’t truly his own.
“How long have you been living on the streets, Alex?”
“A few years,” came the vague reply.
“Why are you asking so many questions? Are you a cop?”
Thomas shook his head, but inside his mind was boiling…
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