HOMELESS MAN FOUND A HIDDEN FORTUNE… WHAT HE DID NEXT LEFT EVERYONE SHOCKED…

Michaell felt his legs go weak. How had he found that man so quickly? And how did he know exactly where to find him? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rodrigo gave a fake, condescending smile. “Look, kid, we’re not going to waste time pretending. The whole town already knows you found my great-grandmother’s jewels. What I want is to resolve this as simply as possible.” “Resolve what? You’re going to give me back everything you found. They’re family heirlooms that were lost decades ago.”

I have all the legal documentation that proves my right to that inheritance. Michaell looked at the man suspiciously. There was something about the way Rodrigo spoke that didn’t seem honest. Besides, if he really were related to Doña Victoria, why hadn’t he looked for the jewels before? How do I know you’re really who you say you are? Rodrigo laughed mockingly. Are you educated, boy? Can you read? Because I have here my deeds, genealogical documents, everything that proves my family lineage.

He pulled a folder from the car and began showing papers to Michaell, who was having real trouble reading. The documents looked official, with seals and signatures, but Michaell couldn’t quite make out what was written. “Even if you were related to her, who guarantees you have a right to the jewelry? Maybe she left it for someone else or decided that whoever found it could keep it.” Rodrigo’s smile vanished, and his voice turned threatening.

Listen up, you bum. Don’t try to pull a fast one on me. I’m a lawyer, and I know exactly what your rights are, which are basically none. If you don’t return everything voluntarily, I’m going to take legal action that will cost you more money than you can imagine. Maybe I should think about it. You have until tomorrow morning to decide. If you don’t show up at my house with everything, I’m going to contact my connections in the legal system, and believe me, you’re not going to like the consequences.

Rodrigo threw a card on the ground and got back in the car. Before leaving, he rolled down the window and yelled, “Oh! And don’t try to hide or sell anything. I’ve already hired people to keep an eye on you.” Michaell stood watching the car drive away in a cloud of dust. Negrito grunted softly, as if he had sensed the man’s hostility. Michaell picked up the card from the ground and was able to read the name. Rodrigo Ramírez, lawyer. That night was the worst since Michaell had found the treasure.

He couldn’t sleep, imagining men watching his every move in the dark. Negrito was restless too, getting up several times to sniff around the tree. In the morning, Michaell made a decision that would change the course of the whole situation. Instead of looking for Rodrigo, he went to knock on the door of Dr. Alberto, a retired lawyer who lived alone near the church. Michaell always greeted him when he passed by, and the man always responded kindly.

Dr. Alberto was different from Rodrigo in every way. Even in retirement, he maintained a dignified demeanor, but without arrogance. His white hair and wrinkles conveyed wisdom and kindness accumulated over decades of practice. Michaell, what a pleasant surprise. Come in, come in. Dr. Alberto’s house was simple but welcoming, filled with books and old photographs. Michaell immediately felt more at ease there than he had in Rodrigo’s presence. Dr. Alberto, I need some advice.

Something has happened that has me very worried. Can you talk, my son? What is it? Michaell recounted the entire story, from the moment he found the box to Rodrigo’s threatening visit. Dr. Alberto listened attentively, asking a few questions and taking notes in an old notebook. “Michaell, did you bring any of the jewelry for me to see?” “I brought the bracelet I showed the others.” Dr. Alberto examined the piece carefully, using a small magnifying glass to observe the details.

This bracelet is truly ancient and valuable. The stones are genuine sapphires, and the gold is high quality. But what worries me most is Rodrigo’s story. Why? Because I know the Ramírez family history very well. Doña Victoria never had children, and her only direct relatives predeceased her. It’s impossible for a great-grandchild to exist. Michaell felt a mixture of relief and concern. Relief at knowing that Rodrigo was an imposter, but concern at understanding that the man was willing to lie to obtain the jewels.

So, what do I do? First, we need to investigate who this Rodrigo really is. Second, I need to see all the documents he showed me because I’m sure they’re forgeries. Third, you need to officially register the find before he makes up some story that could harm you. Dr. Alberto explained to Michaell the legal procedures for registering the treasure find. According to the law, whoever finds a lost object on public property has the right to keep it as long as it is properly registered and no one can prove a prior claim to the property.

But, doctor, the land where I found the jewelry doesn’t belong to the municipality. Actually, that land is a bit complicated. It belonged to the Ramírez family, but when Doña Victoria disappeared without leaving any heirs, it ended up becoming a legal matter that was never fully resolved. That’s why it’s been abandoned for so long. They spent the entire morning organizing the necessary documents to protect Michaell’s rights. Dr. Alberto called some old contacts at the civil registry and the courthouse to expedite the process.

That afternoon, as Michaell was returning home, he found his little black dog agitated and barking at a woman standing near the tree. The woman appeared to be about 50 years old. She was well-dressed, but had a worried expression on her face. “Are you Michaell?” “Yes, I am.” “Who are you?” “My name is Beatriz. I’m Rodrigo Ramírez’s wife.” Michaell immediately became wary. If she was the wife of the man who had threatened him, she certainly wasn’t up to any good.

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